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winsome moon
backyard bathed
in the splash of
such milky white
shadows graze
the corner trees
dogs prance in
the fragrant freshly
mowed lawn
curious by
the sudden night's chill
repeatedly stopping
to glance back at me
my skittish canine horses
and gently smile
come on ladies I trill
there are no demons
crowding the yard
be like your ancestors
the wolves
and embrace your
inner huntress
an unexpected sound
scares their curiosity
away
back upon the porch
chased by the
thud of a closing
garbage can lid
some fierce killer watch dogs
I grumble
as I turn to let my little
chickens in
ending another night
of my mentally hiking
the mountains of the moon
as I stand shepherdess
over frightened little sheep
in wolves clothing
with the irony of it
to my mind
missing no pun...........
(Sept. 13, 2011 12am)