I am the cat sitting on the fence, meowing,
Asking what are you doing, my Man in the Moon.
I look and turn my head left and right.
Now and then I see clouds come to cover you.
I know you are just staying where you are.
There are nights when you are a different size.
The eclipses make you a crescent,
Or a half, or a full moon.
It is a wonder that you move along in the night.
With time, you follow as from night to morn.
Amazing, my
Man in the Moon.
Meow.
Thanks to you, I see my shadow at times.
Are you the sun in day, changing to moon at night?
I wonder.
On cloudy days, are you resting or asleep?
Doesn't matter, as you come at the right times.
I know you don't disappear, as I see you again.
A wonder is when stars come out and sparkle the sky,
Along with you, shining bright.
My
Man in the Moon.
Oh, what a glorious sight.
