Creature of The Night!

Up came the moon one summer night
To mix its light with radio
Playing an ancient jazz delight
That paired well with a wine I know.
I sat and watched some meteors
Grazing the atmosphere atop
And thought of microwaving smores
Into a carbohydrate slop.
But then I thought the moon and wine
Might mix some fumes with lunar beams
And somehow get them to refine
The honey scent of summer dreams,
Which I encounter now and then
Like all true midnight gentlemen!