There is a man sits in our crescent moon tonight
with jocular face and monocle.
Hunter-warriors beware,
he will rock away this precious slice of light
should you prey on easy meat from a high-handed horse.
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There is a man sits in our crescent moon tonight
tickling xylophones with whiskery fingers.
As ice drops flicker
give time over haste to winter tunes,
to taste his gruffle-sung stories of stars and wonderment.
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There is a man sits in our crescent moon tonight
making immortal space for us.
He cradles kindness
in extraordinarily long arms,
and gifts weary travellers with chuckling beneficence.
aplaceforpoetry 
I’m going to gaze at the moon tonight a little bit differently and think about you poem. Cradles kindness.. very nice work
Thank you, Audra. The moon is good company on cold winter nights x
good muse… for you “)
Wonderful and inspiring 🙂
BTW, I nominated you for Blog of the Year:
http://retconpoet.wordpress.com/2012/12/11/blog-of-the-year-award/
Thank you Nicholas! I will respond properly when I get a chance to sit still!
just loved, loved, loved it. i could see him! 🙂
Aw, he is smiling at you x
Gruffle singing indeed! Perhaps with a voice like James Earl Jones, or Morgan Freeman!