Whim

Oho! There was a teensy-weensy wobble in the sands of time…
A shimmer! A shimmy! A most mysterious shift!

The day stretches long and prosperous
like a well-fed caterpillar!
But ahhh, the riddling riddle:
When shall the night tiptoe in?
And when shall it scurry away again?
Ready yourselves, my sprouts! Something moon-soaked approaches!

And lo! The Harvest Moon and the Blue Moon have made peace at last!
Cast your lines, little guppies;
fish freely, and fret not!