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