Poem; I See the Moon

I grew up a lover of night; the birds like bats and owls, insects like fireflies and termites and also heavenly bodies like shooting stars and the moon.

I stepped out a while ago and I saw the moon, beautiful and almost on top of my head. Immediately, I remembered one of my nursery rhymes:

I see the moon
The moon sees me
God bless the moon
And God bless me.

Hehehe.

Good night from Ibadan, Nigeria.