The moon shines blue in the eerie night
Crickets croak in mellifluous delight
Pitter patter falls the rain on the window pane
A little boy watches it all: curious, wide-eyed
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The moon radiates its bright white light
He jumps in puddles with all his might
Giggles at the mess he’s made of his dress
Could he be any naughtier, his tired mama sighs.
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The moon hides behind a dark gray cloud
He’s busy with his friends, the football crowd
Joking, laughing, trying hard to fit in
He’s finding his feet, standing his ground.
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The moon is a crescent with a star by its side
He’s enthralled by her beauty, his heart can’t deny
Legs turn to jelly, can’t say anything right
Why is love so awkward, he desperately cries.
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The moon is a circle cut right in half
Making a name for himself, he’s working so hard:
He runs the rat race to bell the fat cats.
Meanwhile, his wife is his guiding North star:
They embark on a new journey they cautiously chart.
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The moon shines blue this eerie night
Crickets croak in mellifluous delight
He holds his little son close to the window pane
And he watches, as his father did;
Curious, wide-eyed.
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Two Paise Poems 