This landscape bathed in silver by the moon
reveals a figure, stooping, bowed, bereft,
who questions whether he might go home soon

and wonders how on earth he could have left.
Behind a veil of cloud, coquettish, peeps
the moon, to taunt him till his heart is cleft.

Despite his macho image he still weeps.
Is all laid bare in moonlight, as in day?
The lunar tenant smirks, smiles down, and keeps

his promise. Back at home she has her way.
Revenge is sweet, like honey on the lips.
The elements join forces. To the fray!

Fresh storm clouds gather, closing ranks; the chips
are down. He stumbles, tries to stand, ... no-one!
Electric flashes sizzle - tension grips

his body! With a final splut, he's gone.
She opens up her curtains, ventures out,
and scans the skies for where the moon had shone.

A wink, a thumbs-up, "Cheers for that!" Without
your help, I don't know what I'd do! I know
it's naughty, but it works and has some clout!

Some people scoff and say it isn't so,
but I prefer to cast all doubts aside.
I hardly understand, but this I know....

It pays to have all nature on your side!