Red Moon

Posted on July 18, 2012

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Red moon it rises high
Like a beacon in the sky
A foreboding of what’s to come?
Or a battle had with the Sun?

Down below people carry on
Thinking it’s beautiful, nothing wrong
Like ants they move in a fast procession
A few though scared go to confession

Out in the wilds the pack looks up
In awe of the power, unlike us
As one they howl at the sky
Reaching far and wide the wolves cry

The red moon dark as blood
It’s just a phenomenon to us
But the wolves howl to their goddess
This rare spectacle they do feel blessed

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Posted in: Poetry