Beautiful Mistress

Beautiful Mistress The full moon fills the sky with glowing light, like white fire on shade. It brings out the good, and the bad, the known and the unknown equally. The coyote dances under the radiance, with both zest and zeal in measure, to the raccoon, that gathers her babies to tell them... best beware. It is a wild night of wholeness, and the power of "feral" embraced. There is no safety, it is only an illusion. The snake slithers into the underbrush, trying to hide well enough to find food. A mouse for dinner would be his best choice, but there are no four-legged snacks in the grass. They are all hiding under the umbrella of the peach tree. Dark clouds start at the far edge of the sky. They gather to gain strength, and then come this way. Their march, blotting out the heavens, one star at a time. Lastly the giant orb in the sky, way up high is challenged. There is nothing to be done, but give up. The valley below... soon drenched in rain, sleet... and later... snow. The glow of forever, gone.