Posted on Wednesday, October 31 @ 23:43:31 EDT

"Poetry: Moonlight Bark." by lyngal



Loud yet distant,
it penetrates the silence,
and the heavy dark.
and the Moon's reflected shafts
out glow the yellow contenders,
electricity has pitted against her.

The short
sharp
gutteral shout,
exploding out
into a confined space by the sill.

A second and then gone again...

The darkness alone seems constant
in this wakeful world of night,
though in a few hours it will be gone.

The sun will rise again
and spoil the silence with the day.

The heavy sky,
burdened with it's dark
pigment from distant space,
with its usual glitter
obscured by the great white ball,
that monthly likes to pay her visit.

Sometimes she is big,
brazen,
though only at mid-month,
or there abouts,
is she comfortable to bear her all,
to the sleazy streets.

She is better than them all-
they pay her nothing,
yet owe her everything.

Often in the month,
she performs a strange striptease,
showing herself part by part,
ready for her grand unfurling.

Yet after the act is finished,
as though unaware of protocol,
she slowly begins to cover herself up.

A temptation,
a flirt,
a cock-tease to her rapt audience,
who will stay for the next performance
to begin again
as it surely will.

Until then they shall have to make do
with the soft core porn of the stars,
attractive yet not satisfying their desire for the bigger picture.

The dirty,
filthy,
manipulated garish of the city streetlamps,
near and easy
to guide their restless way,
and illuminate those sleazy streets
as they run through
natures world.

There it is again,
that low gutteral bark,
in the midst of the cars chugging motors
and the banging of cab doors,
a natural noise rings out,
a repetition of that plaintative bark.
A single razor cry:
'Hey!'

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