Friday, July 25, 2008

His Favorite Thing

"Mooo!!!" My son shrieks with glee when he encounters a white disk in his story books. In the early evening sky, he is the first to spot the pale sickle hanging in the twilight east. His primary goal at the Library is to pick our a book with pictures of the moon in it; we have found that Christmas books fit the bill nicely. He even found a scientific book about the moon on the used bookshelf at the coffee shop and spent a happy ten minutes browsing the black-and-white photographs of the moon's surface.



The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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