Tonight the moon chases me

Tonight the moon chases me,

Egg, over easy

Bowl of creamed corn,

It is jaundiced, baby faced,

Spoiled rotten for myth and song;

So with the help of the stars

We keep the wailing at bay –

I can do nothing but

Shout back lullabies,

Some like caramels, some like soot,

Until day breaks open

Its toy chest of colors.

(photo: http://kaulcogranniah.blogspot.com)