04-07-2021, 06:22 AM
Night Howls, Morning Dew
Each night when Moon climbs high to shine
all dogs at liberty incline
to howl at it, to bark and bay
remembering old times when they
were wolves without a care for men
but this is now and that was then
before hearth-fires and food-bowl calls.
Each morning as Sun rises up
ten trillion fairies fly to sup
on morning dew, their rainbow wings
a-flutter as the first lark sings
untroubled men no longer fear
to be misled, lost for a year
each minute spent in fairy thralls.
Men want wolves back and turn some loose
with savage beauty their excuse
(and to reduce a glut of deer)
but fairies, ah, we do not hear
of their release from storybooks
for fairy dances, elfin looks
dissolve where innocence appalls.
Each night when Moon climbs high to shine
all dogs at liberty incline
to howl at it, to bark and bay
remembering old times when they
were wolves without a care for men
but this is now and that was then
before hearth-fires and food-bowl calls.
Each morning as Sun rises up
ten trillion fairies fly to sup
on morning dew, their rainbow wings
a-flutter as the first lark sings
untroubled men no longer fear
to be misled, lost for a year
each minute spent in fairy thralls.
Men want wolves back and turn some loose
with savage beauty their excuse
(and to reduce a glut of deer)
but fairies, ah, we do not hear
of their release from storybooks
for fairy dances, elfin looks
dissolve where innocence appalls.
Non-practicing atheist