Requiem for the Moon

 
the strange dog shivers
howling after the lost moon's beams
what shadow has blocked that light
that soft, illuminated night's blackness
even when shrouded by clouds
tis not the beams, but the moon itself 
that is lost, gone from the sky
the sound fades to a haunting cry
'twixt human and animal
anguish for the fragile recollections
that soon will be forgotten
as we adjust to the empty sky


c. 2/11/09, B. Riley