THE LADY THIEF
Moons dance
They call to her
“Come. Dance”
Enjoy and bask in our silvery glow”
Glows which belongs to them not
The sun beckons
She ignores
It’s so hot. This Sun.
She fears the burns
Her beautiful skin; a result of this sun
Like a tot
she decides
How unfortunate!
The moon is a thief.
The Odd Son 