Playing In The Moonlight

When we ran, the moon ran with us. We ambled about the compound with our giant silhouettes. The summer heat trickled down our armpits and wetted our backs but we felt nothing wrong in that. Our faces flushed with joy of summer-break, our bellies bloated by 8 0'clock supper. We played beneath the moon till our feet cramped and our shins ached. We knew as long as the moon shone, we won't get pricks from nettles while parading down the dark turf. We won't hurt ourselves falling over the steps And we won't have splinters penetrating our rubber soles. We loved the moon and she loved us back.