Night Tales

It is just as you said.

I've looked at the moon

and it is all so vast.

But, imagine, if you will,

that every star

is a wish, and every wish

is a story.

Can you see the two bears, 

a big one and the minor?

Loping across the sky

chased by a hunter, Ryan.

He has an arrow notched

in his bow.

Taking aim at 

the lion or those fish.

Then he leaps on his horse

Pegasus in a wild race.

And yes, I see those girls

hands joined in a circle dance.

They laugh and giggle,

their pigtails flying behind them.

One is Leda and another

is named Cassie.

Seven sisters all together.

I don't know which

is my favorite wish.

I haven't heard

all their stories.

     Since it is Sunday, can you make up your own poem about the sun?  Is the sun a huge chili?  Or perhaps a great weight lifter?  Have fun playing with this one.