Little Moon

• Freya Tomy, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2021

The little moon rises into the sky,
She looks at me I don't know why,
She gives me a small smile,
In a little fancy style.
She blows a delicate kiss,
Into the foggy mist,
A little tear fell down my face,
As a cat and mouse pass the fence, at such a fast pace.
I close my eyes, and so does the little moon,
I hear a swish from outside my room,
It was the wind swishing peacefully,
and at that Little Moon, nodded meaningfully.
I saw a glow in the sky,
and little moon gave a little sigh,
it was time to say bye,
Bye Little one, Bye Little Moon.