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The Moon’s Call
By Zharia Sims
After a long day of school, I sink into bed,
The sheets wrapping around me, the bed
Holding me — pulling me away from reality.
I drift off to sleep, deeply remembering
The highlights of my day.
Around 4 a.m., I am awakened
By the beauty of the full moon’s glow
As it knocks on my window, gently
Asking me to come dance
In the beautiful night full of stars.
As tired as I am from my day,
I don’t decline. Instead,
I quickly slip silently into my shoes
And race outside into the big field full of flowers —
The place where the moon shines its brightest.
The moon shines a spotlight on me,
Asking me to dance.
I begin to move in the light,
As if no one will ever see.
I feel the sweet summer breeze
Sweeping past me — chilly, but not cold.
I close my eyes, enjoying the breeze on my face.
I continue dancing in the moonlight,
Swaying back and forth, moving my arms,
Feeling the beautiful spotlight on me,
And the wind wrapping around me.
I dance and spin,
Laughing loudly — but not loud enough to wake others.
I spin until I’m dizzy,
Dance until my feet hurt.
But suddenly, as quickly as the fun began,
The moonlight dims —
Giving me a sign that the sun will be up soon.
With a sigh,
The moon and I share our goodbyes.
The spotlight dies down.
As it slips below the horizon —
And the sun rises —
I slip back into bed
And drift back to sleep,
Awaiting the full moon’s next call...
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