Super Blood Wolf Moon (Part II)
Last night, I walked my dog beneath
the Super Blood Wolf Moon,
and just like every other night,
he couldn’t leave too soon.
I couldn’t wait to hear him howl
and gaze up in delight
or strike a pose upon a ledge
back-lit by lunar light.
I’d like to think he’s still part-wolf
deep in his canine heart,
for I have seen him chasing squirrels
and tearing treats apart.
And when I saw the moon eclipse,
framed in a barren tree,
I felt it was the eye of God
bleeding just for me.
But my dog didn’t pose to howl,
he didn’t stop and stare;
in fact, if I had any guess,
I’d say he didn’t care.
He stopped to poop upon the grass
and peed upon a post,
for those are things, I hate to say,
that interest dogs the most.
When it comes to celestial things,
we humans make a fuss,
but the only creatures under God
who give a crap is us.
