One night the forest was all aglow,

so much so

that no one would go

to the dell in the wald

except the Man in the Moon.

.

Down he came,

his carriage aflame

with a white light

that lit the night

in the wald,

The Man in the Moon and his steeds.

.

And out of the Moon, he hopped with a grin

for here was a place he could take a lie-in

and he leaned against a tree.

.

But soon his snores

filled that forest

with such a sound

that all came around

to see what it was about.

.

The fox and the hare,

found friendship there

when no thought was near

except a wonder that filled them with awe.

.

Soon it was dawn

and the forest grew dim

with a light that outshone the Moon.

.

And waking in shock

The Man gave a start,

to find he was late

for the Sun she was up

And the Moon was still not put out.

.

So up with a cry

he sprang to the sky,

his steeds by his side,

and neary a look at his back...

.

But if he had turned,

he would surely have learned

that he left an impression

on the trees all around him

the Moon's shape is now caught in his tracks!

 

~ by me, Zoe