Moon Hung Low

by The Poet Darkling

young crescent moon
orange hanging
low as Rēgulus watches
her dip below the ridge
to the west of us.

A calf screams somewhere
to the south as The Norfolk
Southern S-Line whines just north.

Coyotes howl ice into
our veins we pull our
shawl tight then forget
the calf as our own
baby cries from within.

We check the chicken
coops and make sure
the pigs are safe. That calf
might not fill the coyotes.


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