Some nights I look up into the night sky and I see it.
The smiling moon.
It does not look like a happy smile, but rather a creepy smile.
Others might see it as a happy smiling face.
All I see is a pair of eyes above the silver moon.
Those eyes stare into the very pit of my soul, making me shiver.
But the creepiest part is when I see two stars right where the moon is dark.
And the eyes stare at me though no one else sees what I see.