The Owl Cries at the Waxing Gibbous Moon

Ghost-white face, hovering
In pitch black darkness
Near perfect circle of light
Slowly climbs Heaven’s dark staircase

All alone, save one distant lonely star
Who watches on
Praying for a mere cricket’s song
Awaiting first signs of daybreak

Through the October trees
She beams yellow-white
A small elbowed branch twitches
Nervous reflection, perhaps the wind

In the distance, the haunting cry of a screech owl
Agitated by the waxing gibbous moon
The fatal bellman rings his bell
Another soul fast a memory

6 thoughts on “The Owl Cries at the Waxing Gibbous Moon”

Thanks George at BFD. Hope you are well.

Thanks Kai. I’m doing OK. My Dad died on Friday. It’s for the best since he suffered with cancer.

this is beautiful! how have you been?

Thanks Dan and K. Indeed, MacBeth’s fatal bellman no less.

Yeah. The fatal bellman.
Signed Dan

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