The pale, pale Moon

Beneath the pale, pale moon
The beastlings, they are howling;
Their love they are growling
Inside, in one another.
Their seedlings, they are yowling;
Their changing from cubs to mothers.
Their snouts, they are scowling
Turns to young all too soon
Beneath the pale, pale moon.

Beneath the pale, pale moon
The lovers, they are dancing
Their ardor, they’re advancing
On each other
Their eyes are enchanting
Changing from friends to lovers
While their seeds are enhancing
Uncovering their deeds all too soon
Beneath the pale, pale moon.

 

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2 thoughts on “The pale, pale Moon

    • Thank you very kindly. I am retyping some of my old poems,which after a year just look clunky. And then sometimes I just rewrite them.
      This was a total rewrite, which always makes me scared, so I am glad that you liked it and appreciate you. Thanks!

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