Once upon a time, in the quiet night sky,
Lived a moon so sweet, it made stars sigh.
A round chocolate-chip moon with a creamy glow,
That smiled on the world, soft and slow.
Beneath this moon, in a cozy nook,
Lived a mischievous cat with a curious look.
Her fur was as soft as the silver beams,
And her name was Milla, the cutter of dreams.
By day she would nap on a fluff-cloud bed,
But at night, the moon called her instead.
With paws so light and whiskers that gleamed,
She shaped moonbeams into cookies, it seemed.
With cutters of shapes both big and small,
She made cookies for wanderers, one and all.
Star-shaped treats and crescent delights,
Filled with the sweetness of starlit nights.
A curious fox with a tail so bushy,
Tasted a cookie and said, “So mushy!”
A hedgehog smiled with a twinkling grin,
Nibbling moon cookies with joy from within.
But one night, the moon whispered low,
“Dear Milla, there’s something you must know.
Though I love your cookies, my glow is dim,
For you’ve taken my beams limb by limb.”
Milla paused, her tail drooped down,
Her face twisted into a tiny frown.
“Oh Moon, I’m sorry, I didn’t see,
I’ll fix it now; you can count on me!”
So she leaped and scattered her treats so bright,
Returning moonbeams to the quiet night.
The moon beamed brighter, full and round,
And Milla purred at the joyful sound.
From then on, Milla baked with care,
Using stardust sprinkled in the air.
Her cookies still brought joy and delight,
But the moon kept glowing all through the night.
So if you look up and the moon’s aglow,
And the stars are twinkling high and low,
You might see Milla, on her cloud bed,
Dreaming of cookies and moonbeams spread.