I am the moon.

I own the black.

I hear the echo of the bats.

I glisten in the night.

I play peek-a-boo with you.

“Now you see me!  Now you don’t!”

The wolf says, “Helllooooo!”

I colored the sky black with a black sharpie.

In the silence of the night, the only noise I hear is the crickets chirping.

I see the light of thousands of buildings and the cars.

I am the moon.