A Super Blood Wolf Moon

It must have been a premonition. The same reoccurring dream, over and over again in a moonlit forest… It woke me up early in the morning and as I looked out of my window, I remembered tonight was a special night. There it was: lunar totality, happening right there and then in front of me. I wondered what it meant as I felt a shadow fall across my heart at the same time. All seemed to fall silent, and time seemed to stop, as I waited in suspense for the moon to reappear.

Wolf-Beat

Between the thick trees on a moonlit hill,

A flicker of grey threads its way to a shadowless glade

And sits itself under the vastness of a crisp sky-

A lone, pitiful cry shatters the silence.

The pounding of its heart gives a vibrancy to the air,

Which is still and sharp in the frozen forest.

Its head is thrust back to utter deviancy,

And its sorrowful eyes yearn an intense pity.

This creature is not one of the pack:

It is lonesome in its desolation and anguish,

And gladly would it tear down that yellow, teasing moon,

And rip it to shreds in its anger and fury and pain.

Survival so raw and wild that it holds no bounds.

And when breathless midnight chases stop the steady flow of time,

Then the Wolf closes in for the Kill.