M. L. Kiser Poet Choka

No Rest For the Weary

Wolves baying at old
Mother Moon as she sits in
Obsidian sky;

Night slipped unnoticed;
Across the land, waking her;
And put her to work.

She and Sun will not 
Be able to retire;
They will work till death.

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Caren Krutsinger April 9, 2019 at 12:23 AM Ah, this has a spiritual feel that reminds me of Native American folklore. Sweet! M. L. Kiser April 9, 2019 at 6:47 AM Yes, think about how long they've worked and slaved for this planet...just imagine being moon or sun. That can't be an easy task. Thanks.