Of a moon-
Visiting to the puddle
At our water tap; perhaps
On a walk
Or in painful thirst,
Upon the world from home.
Of feelingly whimsy moments
the lovers groom
Of graces and faces and paces;
To the steaming plate
Of milk
Comtemplates a cat idly from
The grate,
Upon the flattering reflection.
Of the stars-
Strewn upon the concavity,
Are wisey told to children
Something of a festive fair-
Who knows,
Of the princes and the fairies old?
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