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Moon, modest in your ways,

showing but one side, shining mostly in slivers,

occasionally full in the sky.

Our constant friend,

brightening our darkness, tugging on our tides,

so inviting we could visit you six times.

You’ve put in for yeoman’s work,

nothing as splashy as the sun or Mars,

content to revolve around us like a little sibling in tow.

And yet.

Every so often you take us by surprise,

blotting out the sun

despite being 400 times smaller.

Holding us, however briefly, in rapt attention.

Quieting the birds.

Quite a trick, moon!

Reminding our blazing master

that nobody has its way

all the time, every day

And even the mildest among us

can suddenly


the sky.