Random Poem for children, and the young at heart

Moon crater sleeps 
it is a wild cat. silky 
mustache cries the wind vane 
where the moon rotates the mouse 
silver. 
Sound the mouse, 
is like honey, 
which the bees 
sensitive collection. 
Point the cat wakes up, 
stretching for a moment, 
Seeking a golden sun collects, 
which could be on feet 
to rotate. 
silky Corselet ware 
then over the laced, 
a spring mouse 
a few runs. 

Then, the time is 
great moonlight, 
to create magic. 
Create time to, 
get to sing, 
those great packages 
March. 
Already sitting on the fence 
tomcat dreams, 
name is Jukka. 
Visor cap with his eyes, 
filming stories 
film. 
I guess this sample 
already, enough more to come 
they are wonderful moon nights, 
to make these works of love.