Sailor's Moonbeam
Today I saw a star blink early. It winked at me; I asked if it's sure about tonight's direction. At noon, it hid. Maybe it's shy.
Pages of the Night Sky
Today I saw a star blink early. It winked at me; I asked if it's sure about tonight's direction. At noon, it hid. Maybe it's shy.
Fuzzy edges of the sky said "Shh". Kids at the bow thought it said "wish". With lines as guides, it moves a tiny bit.
I met an old star friend above the right mast. It crossed its arms and showed its spots by Orion. They hummed quietly like a tired lighthouse.