The flying squirrel <br /> Leaps down the leaves <br /> When the moon the peeps <br /> Through the woods <br /> And moves towards the jungle pond <br /> To drink from the moony dish. <br /> <br /> A torrent of leaves in a moment <br /> Spreads a carpet on the grass; <br /> The tall tree all red bright leaves <br /> The benign shelterer. <br /> <br /> The wild jasmine, the moon’s daughter <br /> In full smile winks at her lover <br /> But he hesitant and shy whisks away <br /> Humming as if it isn’t the time. <br /> <br /> Pachyderms, crackling, come to drink <br /> And play their trunks to pick up the dish <br /> Upset when the luster floats up and down <br /> And the owl hoots: oh, ridiculous! <br /> <br /> The listless rabbit is patient now <br /> Scratching his back and sniffing the dusk <br /> And watching the lusty moon play hide and seek <br /> Thinks of fearless eating and mating. <br /> <br /> And then suddenly, a thousand lamps above the leaves <br /> Lit the forest. <br />The moon, humbled and shy, puts a black scarf round her face <br /> But yet shows her marvelous curve.<br /><br />Raveendran N.V.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-slice-of-moon/
