Moon Half Full

My First... 

Down on the streets, 
I can hear the wind howl. 
The question on every whisper
Of dark fiends, and fowls.

Is the moon half full ? 
Or is it half empty ? 
Is the moon half full ? 
Or is it half empty ? 

The rabbit seems ill,
Or has it lost the will
To stare me in my face
And see in it that grace

Is the moon half full ? 
Or is it half empty ? 
Is the moon half full ? 
Or is it half empty ? 

Contemplating
Lost in thought, 
I hope there is a chance
To have a second dance.

Is the moon half full ? 
Or is it half empty ? 
Is the moon half full ? 
Or is it half empty ?