One night I was wishing things over.
Then, thought there were too many stars
in the sky
and not enough light down under,
in the earth.
That’s when I wished a star down
for that mole
to carry on his nose.
He took it down under.
He walked around with it under there
and tried it out.
Now he comes up sometimes
to let his star talk to the other stars
in the sky.
It’s dark down there
but his nose sees where he’s going.

Jacob Slowstream