#155 Is a Moon Message

I am the little moon man

Some call me

The Man in the Moon

And I have to confess

It’s pretty lonely up here

I look out

Upon your blue and white world

Hanging like a jewel

In my sky

I wish for your waters

Your winds

Your grasses of green and gold

I have to admit I’m jealous

I never really would have known

What it was that I was missing

Were it not for that fateful day

In 1969

A gold foil and silver ship

Rode a tail of flame

Down to my dusty surface

I hid behind some rocks in fear

Creatures in white

Emerged and bounced about

I was curious

So I crept closer

When nobody was looking

I went inside their craft

I stole some magazines

And a snack

Getting out

Before they got back

And that’s how I know

I looked at the magazine that I took

And it showed me things I didn’t have

I regret not showing myself to them

Now no-one has visited

For such a long time

And I only have rocks and dust

For company

I’m sending this note

Along with my subscription form

In a request for attention, it’s true

Please send more issues

Of Sun Life Nudist Magazine

And more dried strawberries

Maybe some people too

I’ll be nice

I promise

I’ll put out some tea