THE FACE I SEE IN THE MOON
By Mae Ondracek, ©2002
I knew it was there, but night after night I looked and all I could see were hills and valleys. Finally after a week of looking, I exclaimed, “All right face, where are you?”
I couldn’t believe it, I saw an eye wink; no it was my imagination. I turned around and looked again, sure enough, it winked again.
This needed looking into, so I went into the house, took my special friend, the Phoenix Bird, from his cage, got the Magic Carpet from its special corner, and off we went to the moon. Since the Phoenix is a magical bird of mythology, he could protect us at all times.
We landed on the moon without mishap and as I was looking for the face in the moon, I saw a man approaching. He looked a little odd, about six feet, four inches tall, slender and really not much for facial features, and no hair. But you know what they say, “It’s not what’s on top that counts, it’s inside the head that matters.”
Then he winked and his face lit up and I knew it was he. We talked for awhile until Phoenix said we had to leave. As we settled on the carpet, Mr. Face-in-the-Moon asked us to return for another visit. We promised and off we flew.
No one would believe I had visited with the Man-in-the-Moon, but if you ever look at the moon and see the face in the moon, and also see a woman, her Phoenix Bird, and a carpet, you’ll know that I’m up there for another visit.