The crescent

Early morning, I come out

From in between the sheets

And walk to the glass so stout

And look

I see what I see

A golden crescent against the pale

A thin curve standing out

And wisps of black brought by the gale

A smile creeps, my mind does sing

“Oh, I love my new nose ring” 

:p Thought I'd just do a nonsense poem. Cheers ;)