the midnight moon
slings wide
its murky-colored bow
among thin clouds
above my head
neck craned back
I gape and blink
in the warm tickles of wind
wondering what dark promise
this full moon bears
the puppy pulls her leash
snuffles in the grass
unconcerned
with heavenly matters
2 comments:
One wonders if perhaps the puppy knows best :)
David
I could take a few lessons on living in the "now" from her, for sure.
;)
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