Moon

Hey Mr. Moon, why the long face?
Whatever is the matter,
Did you fall from grace?

Hey Mr. Moon, nice craters and dust.
Your contours so edgy,
Like handmade pie crust.

Hey Mr. Moon, what're you hiding up there?
My eye is upon you,
One false move and beware!

Hey Mr. Moon, did it tickle your sand?
When a tin foil eagle,
With white beings on you did land.

Hey Mr. Moon, may I venture your dark side?
With pocks and scars,
In true blackness I would reside.

Hey Mr. Moon, so bold and so bright.
The life you give,
To this cold winter's night.

Hey Mr. Moon, why the long face?
You are most beautiful,
Dangling there in black space.