The Kittsalfly

At midnight on the harvest moon when night replaces day
It’s then the Kittsalfly will come to frolic and to play
Awaking from its slumber in the valley of the moon
It only has one night of fun that passes all too soon

It runs and tumbles through the sky while chasing shooting stars
Then swats the planets all around, first Jupiter then Mars
It sneaks up on a comet just to pull its fiery tail
Then playfully it runs away leaving a stardust trail

But when it needs to take a break from all its fun and play
The Kittsalfly will take a cool drink from the Milky Way
When the night comes to an end and it is time to rest
Then it returns back to its home and its warm starlit nest

Until the harvest moon returns and midnight rolls around
The Kittsalfly will dream of play and slumber safe and sound
So on that magic night my dears if you will watch the sky
Then you might be the one to see the magic Kittsalfly