The man in the moon likes to
stay up late.
He sleeps during the day
when the sun is high,
then wakes up
when we go to bed.
He keeps the lights on to
block out the dark,
lighting up the moon
like a giant disco ball.
The stars are his only friends,
but they come and go
as they please.
He's left with his thoughts,
contemplations of the sky.
He blocks out the mocking of
those bigger than he-
planets and shooting stars.
But without the man in the moon
they'd be lost,
and he'd be just a dark rock
hanging in the sky.