Lunar Crooner

I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself. - Thoreau

who shot the moon

tonight it's blood red

reaching through darkness, it tucks me to bed

lighting the way and holding me tight

always there no matter how slight

a slice of melon, it changes it size

unlike the sun, has no need to rise

never too heavy for heaven's skies

no need to diet to shrink thunder thighs

bending down to kiss the tops of trees

some say that it's made of green cheese

stalking earth and never asking please

ruling the sea and owning it's tide

married to earth as its orbital bride

many a soul's illuminating guide

standing time tried and true

rarely changing its complexion to blue

puffing it's cheeks with a rightly sense of pride

Author's Note

" soon discovered that I was acquainted only with its complexion; and as for the moon, I had seen her only as it were through a crevice in a shutter, occasionally. Why not walk a little way in her light?" - Thoreau