The Moon in My Pocket

They come out into the night,

The sky is black and has no light.

They call out to the moon,

But I dug it out with a spoon.

It’s in my pocket,

In a special locket,

The waves no longer sway,

No light will touch till day.

The stars are all alone,

No guiding circle to take them home,

They call out in anger and scream,

And out of my pocket came a white beam.

The stars come down,

They huddle around,

They point to my pocket,

Wonder what’s in my small locket.

I take out the moon,

With my special spoon,

I apologize,

I did not realize

The moon was so special in their eyes.