An imaginary watch with the moon
THE MOON'S STROLL
Come away with the moon,
When the sky is grey and blue;
When the nucturnal aves play
In diverse groups, loud and gay.
Predators crawl sky and streets,
While men snore on soft bedsheets;
'Pedos' crawl towards still cribs;
Silk-veiled street swans long for grips.
Sweet children cuddle asleep,
Aye, the high moon takes a peep.
Roosters rest among green leaves,
Diverse lizards, 'neath the eaves;
'Chirp-furs' crawl sidewalks and pots,
In many sizes and sorts.
Yet, come now, you - aye, you eyes;
Now men feel safe, be as spies.
Watch businesses cold and foul,
Yeah, see those 'sheep' gnaw and howl.
See 'Flowers Both Fragrant and Nice'
Grow fangs once they shed their lies.
You might grieve and loath daylight,
Seeing the traps kept in the night.
When the east brightens and warms,
You'll gape as men change their forms.