I bumped my head upon the moon last night,

‘Twas full and bright… my fault I must admit;

Though hidden by a tree that blocked its sight,

A simple truth that I must still submit.

Somehow I nudged it closer to the stars

That twinkled merrily in seeming mirth;

I heard a barn owl hooting from afar…

And too, soft chuckles from a tickled earth.

It seemed quite silly that a bumbling fool

Might entertain the universe this way…

I felt an urge to find some makeshift stool

And pull her back to where she used to lay;

On musing further, I presently did see,

Such machinations were sheer lunacy.