THE MAN IN THE MOON

THE MAN IN THE MOON
 
In the night so black the moon plays
As the stars dance after their sleep during the days
The shadows of the moonlight chase
A child wonders about the man in the moons face
Who is he?
He scratches his head in thought
How can the moon be made of cheese?
Such a lesson he has been taught
The mystery of our sky does please
Stretch up high and pick out a star
It’s hard to believe they are so far
A white owl flies over the trees
Will he take a chunk from the cheese?
The little boy grass to his knees
Starry eyed looks up to the eve
Finger like shapes stretch from the trees
And night sounds can be heard
A fox, a night bird?
A book of intrigue
 His tiny shoulders drop
As signs of fatigue
Start to read
Flicking pages
Different stages
Of the bedtime blanket
Feasting on a   banquet
Of inquisitive questions
But who will answer and listen to suggestions
A book from the night of achilds passions
To be a rocket man is his ambition
  But so many answers still missing
Chapters untold
Books still to unfold
He hopes to find the answers soon
Who is the man in the moon?