While I Sleep

It is full moon

again, its glow

an eerie presence

the light it casts
a game with shadow
of hide and then seek
of see and not see

like a spotlight

it hangs above our stage
to mock our existence
judging the dramatics,
all the plays
that go on and on
from land to rising sea

our very own moon

watches, a poor creature
dashing, escaping, helpless
the circular fluorescent
smiles at the loss
of life so small,
insignificant, burrowed deep

the gleaming moon

rippling in the pool
listening to the hoot
or a red squawk
is it the owl or the hawk?
That leaves the remains
of tiny creatures helpless?

The blood moon
Flaming red

observes, the nocturnal
hunt of predator to predatee
from land to rising sea.