"Fifth Night of June," Poetry by Shivi Dixit
It was the fifth night of June
when someone sneaked into my room.
I held my breath and looked around
then smiled, for it was the moon.
I tiptoed into the balcony when I heard him call me.
Frowned when he decided to hide behind the fleece.
But soon he showed up when the frog croaked at him
he shrugged and I beamed at him in glee.
I sat down and chatted away the night with him.
At times, the wind would brush my hair
while he showered me in his light
until dawn set and his light began to dim.
Shivi Dixit, 16. India.