Cover The Moon All Up

Like Scheherazade
I tried veils first:
Clouds and stars and eastern winds,
But in the end, the stories stuck.

I hid you, precious moon
From prying eyes:
Rhymes and tunes and fairy tales,
For children run amok.

The scientists will come
Your magic to steal:
With charts and maths and telescopes,
They're clever as Puck.

The End

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