The Night's White Sun

Last night, there was a bright full moon above my home, so I went with my camera and took a few photos.  I was then struck to write this poem.  I hope that you will enjoy this poem here.

It is prefect round
     It is shining bright high
She can shone any time
     She can shine day or night
Oh look at her
     She hand high tonight
Oh look at her
     She hangs about alone
Oh look at her
     The night sky is clear
Oh look at her
     Quick! Quick! grab the camera
Quick fumble of camera bag
     Quick! before the clouds win race
Oh look at her
     Despite shadow clouds, she shines
Oh the waiting
     Get the setting sun
Oh the waiting
     Get a couple of evening stars
Oh the wonder
     Which is Sirius or Venus?
Oh look at her
     Quick! she's clear now. Quick!
The clouds glow shorty
     But her face shines features old
Despite the December air
     Gloves are useless with camera mine
Zoom close as possible
     While another zooms closer
Oh look at her
     Snapshots to remember her by
Gained cold fingers I did
     But the few snapshots are my rewards

I hope that you've enjoyed this piece.  Merry Christmas!