The Moon Falls

The Moon Falls

A Poem by Broken Hearted Faux

Where does the moon fall?

What do you mean little one?

Well look up at it

Yes. I see it

 

It’s never there in the morning

No. It is not

So it must fall out of the sky

Where do you think it falls?

 

The ocean, where the waves catch it

But if the ocean catches it, how does it get back up there?

The stars go back down there and pull it out

Is that the reason there is star fish?

 

Yes. I can feel it in my whiskers

And what do your whiskers tell you?

That the moon is round and white like cream

Do you think you can taste it?

 

No. It has too many holes in it

Maybe the moon is cheese.

My tail tells me it’s not cheese

What does your tail tell you it is?

 

God’s eye

And the stars are angels?

Yep. Even the one’s in the ocean

The ocean that catches it each morning?

 

That exact one

And the ocean is God’s hands?

Cupping itself around the moon

Each and every morning

 

© 2011 Broken Hearted Faux


Author's Note

Broken Hearted Faux
Yeah. It's between two cats...I had the crazy idea while lying on my bed, bored. Hope you like =)

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You have to love cat poems lol...Just meowing it up lol...

Good poem and like another has said its something different, I like the cheese part lol

I also like how you have the picture of a DOG

Anyways a good poem, enjoyed your flow

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a really cool poem in many different ways. It's from an interesting perspective, it has a feeling of innocence, and it's very creative. Well done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Poems between cats are the best poems! xD lol

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Broken Hearted Faux
Broken Hearted Faux

Salt Lake City, UT



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Hello, the name's Lexy I've been on and off from Writerscafe between life and inspiration. I was once a dedicated writer, always with a pencil in my hand and a notebook by my side no matter whe.. more..

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