The Color of Moon
The face that looks down upon us; therein
Yesterday, it was as white as a ghost
Today, it is the color of pumpkin
What color will it be tomorrow
Perhaps, the one that moo's knows that answer
That is, if he ever jumps over it again
Will it be greyish and filled with sorrow
Hopefully it will be yellowish and filled with sunshine
Santa may know...or Rudolph, Prancer, or any of the reindeer
In flight, centered vertically...
on their way back to the north pole
A plane says hello as it passes by
While the owls silhouette stares him in the eye
Bats chasing moths invading his domain...
As it glows it's light on the darkest terrain
The tallest, brightest lamppost...
On a rainy day, in the clouds, he hides
A force to be reckoned...spewed in the tides
Finding Your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
7/24/2021
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