Moon Dance

The half moon shines me awake
At two o'clock and i arise
To stand in the aulum of
Starry vastness amidst the
Heady aftermath of hay mowing ~

Do they harvest alien hay for space ponies
Far out in the chilly paddocks of the Milky Way ?
Each second the starmap turns
One two hundred and fortieth of a degree
Spinning the moon in a giant roulette
Where will she end up ?

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