We are not accustomed to being surveilled by the moon. Here it was though clearly looking now, with its monocle or magnifying glass.
An iridologist could interpret the moon’s health tonight. A smear of cloud gave no clues to me.
The moon keeps an eye on everyone, not just me, but not tonight.
This moon sat in the sky in judgement.
Yes. I’m talking to you.
Judge me then Moon. You have no power to sentence me.
Judge away. xx