Spirit Of The Moon

Spirit Of The Moon

Beneath the darkness of a sacred night
a Wolf howls at an ancient moon

She stands alone a sorrowful sight
all sure her cub shall wake up soon

And Springs gift her one true love
now lies all still forever young

She cries towards the moon above
a haunting sound of a mothers mourn.


                                                            spb.

Notes. Prompt was the moon for Taizias bite size poetry competition.
          Was watching a documentary on Wolves and there was a mother that stood over her dead cub for 3 days, amazing and sad and I could picture
          her at night, howling at the moon.