Phases of the moon now cresent,
the cat's eye evily is watching.
Gibbous of the pattern soon will be showing,
next the evil human dog is comeing.
The third quarter I observe,
intell overcome by morning.
Every night slightly the moon is changing,
the pattern eternally the same as I am growing.
Our planet only living from sunlight showing,
every mind and matter on it depending.
Yet the cold dead dusty rock is glowing,
only to unoften obscured the great ambasador of morning.