Alright, another Friday, and another poem. Where are all the months going?
-Not a planet-
In the biting cold,
across great distances, Sun
view from Pluto, Moon.
And that’s it. I tried to work the name of Pluto’s moon, Charon, into it… but couldn’t really, which kinda sucks. Anyway, this is for Ronovan over at:
See you next week, and don’t hesitate to tell me what you think!