Today, I decided to show you a poem about the stars – or, rather, the lack of stars that I noticed one morning when I was walking to the bus stop. Seeing the stars and the moon in the early morning is one of the best parts of my day, especially when I have to wake up so early, so seeing a sky without them is quite saddening to me. Therefore, a poem was born – although the stars have since returned to the sky, you’ll be happy to hear!
My Friends
Who took them? I see
an endless sky, clouded,
but my friends have left–
or been stolen.
Some great hand, perhaps,
plucked them, one-by-one,
from the yellowed darkness–
even their father cannot find them.
He hides his nocturnal glow
in shame.
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Oskar Leonard 