The moon drifted tonight
for it was red, with anger.
It had clouds all over
to hide its true face.
When I got closer, it jerked.
Giving a look that was stern.
I gathered patience to look back
for even I was a simple being.
I asked the moon "How it was?"
It looked, ignored and went away.
Today was just the third night
but then how come it was 15th?
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