Once upon a time
there was a moon
who sat high in the tops of
his favorite pines

where I now stood underneath
and looked straight up
my head, neck, and back aligned
I closed my eyes
and listened ~so very closely

I could hear the pine trees talk
where the winds blew
and rivers crossed
and stories being told
over the land and sky
straight to my home

I looked up to find my new friend
playing in the pines
and right beside him sat
Jupiter, Saturn, and Pluto

his name
was Mr. Crow Moon
and he was playing Rolling Jacks ~
Eggs in the Basket
Toad in the Hole

Fivestones and even Onesies
with his brand new friend, named Boo

who was a star by choice, you know
his home was far away, of course
built in the constellation ~Bootes
which always stayed posted near-by

but I still could see them
playing together
sitting frog-legged
bouncing planets
and tossing star points high in the sky

I never knew
whoever won a single game
but no matter what time ~
and now every time

I step out my door
or look out my window
I try to find Mr. Crow Moon
hiding high in the tree tops ~
and now, my favorite Arkansas pines