Her crescent shape lights up the sky
Her angled body curling over
As if she was wrapping around a baby.
A luminous white.
Borrowing the sun’s light
Until he wakes up from his slumber.
She rules the night
Takes care of her subjects.
Every night, she is changing.
Melting, then coming back out again.
And when the sun comes out
To relieve her of sitting vigil.
You can still see her crescent body
Peeking from behind the clouds.
Thank you for reading my poem! I was inspired by The Shark by Edwin John Pratt. I love to watch the moon, and wondered if she had her own feelings. And yes, it is a she. (Her name is Luna!) I tried to use many details to emphasize her importance, and I hope you enjoyed it.