Howling at the moon

Howling at the blood-red super blue wolf moon

The moon casts shadows
In the evening in Bangkok
As it rose over the Chao Praya river.
Its lunatic lights lit up the night.
The drinkers in the cosmos bar.
Ran outside onto the street
Became raving lunatics,
Howling at the blood-red super blue wolf moon.

BEGIN YOUR POEM WITH ONE:



Bread and butter …


Or


The moon cast shadows …