GREETING THE MOON


Waking one evening I walked to the window
To greet the new moon and gaze at the willow                                                And much to my surprise there was a hoot owl
Covered with snow like a down-filled pillow


A majestic bird whose soft cries filled the night
But gave smaller creatures  such terror and fright
With keen eyes all aglow and ears perked upright
I was truly in awe of this creature that night


I admired his steadfastness and tenacity as he
Stood motionless, ever gazing,  from that majestic tree
Fear not, creature of the night, you shall have your wish
For patience will ultimately present  you a  dish


I wished him well and returned to my bed                                                    For I too must prepare for the day that’s ahead 
Will he greet me again when another day passes                                        Or be gone for good  with the migrating masses        


Mario Bonfiglio 2018