moon and honey

Sleep wasn't coming. She stayed in her warm nest and watched the stars. Luna kept whispering: "Come play, sweet honey!"

Such an offer. Still, she wanted to lay there and dream. But the moon got louder: "The grass is soft down below. Come out! For a little while...please?"

Honey slowly gave in. She was  glad she did. For the next hour, she danced in Moon's glow. Crickets chimed in and frogs also joined the orchestra. It was a simple time but one Honey would never forget. 

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"Moon" by the wonderful Bjork