When the moon rises,
apples and pears start dancing,
and the spaghetti cries because it misses its sauce.

When the moon rises,
my stuffed bear dances with the puppy.
Then they all start dancing.
The blinds start moving and
singing.

When the moon rises,
the couches and chairs
talk to my mom as she cleans.

When the moon rises,
my pet bird, Pumpkin,
talks to my dad.
He also barks.
Then the T.V. falls asleep.
And snores.

When the moon rises,
the chairs and the swing
dance to the music
the trees make when the wind blows their branches.

When the moon rises,
the crows fly in the window of my tree house,
and they peck at the wooden wall
like woodpeckers looking for worms.

When the moon rises,
the Christmas ornaments
decorate the attic
when no one is looking.

When the moon rises,
the powders and lipstick
wake up the mirror.

But when the sun rises,
the lights flash,
and the day begins
all over again.

By Madison, 2nd grade

Photo by the National Archives UK via Flickr

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  1. Jingle Poetry

    Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

    Love your blog, your poetry is impressive!

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