Monday's Poem: Half Moon and Half Moon

Half Moon and Half Moon

When I was walking up the path,

I looked up in the sky.

Half the moon was sitting there

Like half an eaten pie.

Where did half moon's half self go?

It's someplace I can't see.

Is it dark?  Is it cold?

Does it get scared--

LIKE ME?

I wonder if the stars reach down

To sprinkle it with light.

I hope they do and they are friends,

So dark moon feels all right.

                                              Anne Knowles