moonmice

it started with a glowing wheel

perfection for your eyes to feel

then someone saw it fit to steal

skymice scurry every night

while the wheel is in flight

moonmice nibble as they please

from the top edge they tease

eat away the glowing wheel of cheese

a little later every night

the moon cries of its plight

try as it might to fight

but moonmice nibble in morning light

halfway gone from my sight

i fear the worst shall happen soon

the night there will be no more moon

no glowing wheel after which i swoon

i shake my fist high

cry into the sky

and beg the moonmice

to please be nice

for if they eat the last piece

hungrier than galactic geese

from the moon they shall fall

but they do not heed my call

so when the mice have had their fill

devoured their celestial pill

then the moon shall slowly grow

a little more each night shall show

and once again the night shall glow

but such delicious they cannot forego

and so new skymice shall congregate

though their elders ate their fate

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About Brad Werner

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