Full Moon

by on August 10, 2014 :: 0 comments

If time stood still
It would be the perfect calm,
No storm could build
Push
Or rush in.
If time failed to tic,
While quietness played
Lulling perfect calm – I’d wake
Lie in moon beams,
Watch light dance through darkness,
When all’s hushed
Except for cows!

Fucking noisy cows
One’s always out of sync
Higher pitched, gurgling as if squeezed,
Is it choking on regurgitated time?
Lone fox calls, echoing. Almost duets.
Everything stills, mad dogs come to heel
Low grumbling growls meander,
On guard – In case she knocks – Wailing.

editors note:

Lowing, barking, moon up high, growls beneath; still for time, calm forever… – mh

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