The moon teeters on the edge of my roof
like a precocious child planning her escape.
Plump with stars and night she finger paints
shadows across my bedroom wall and ignores
my pleas to stay until sunlight chews through my curtains.
We are enemies, friends, a song and dance teamon a revolving stage…She won’t stay…I won’t forgive her absence.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
Real Toads ~ And The Moon ~ Micro Poetry