|Slumber (standard:poetry, 66 words)|
|Author: ak||Added: Jun 26 2003||Views/Reads: 1846/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The waning moon settles in for a nights sleep.|
Lights Out The moon draws the clouds around his shoulders, Like a sleepy baby pulling the covers close. He opens his mouth in a tiny yawn, And all the stars float out, One by one they march into their places. The moon is satisfied. Finally he rests his weary orb on the softest star; His pillow for the long night ahead. By Kira Pirofski BA, MA Tweet
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