#lunarstuff

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

Last night I saw God

      looking down at me

with his bleeding