If you could reach that far you would slap it. What’s dull for the moon is life and death for you. At least it still shares its light, although I suspect it’s trying to persuade those clouds to hide it, just out of spite. Finish quickly while you can still see. Dig faster.
Andrew Turner has been published in a number of online and print magazines. He lives in Staffordshire. Also at andrewturnerpoetry.wordpress.com