Wolf in the Sky

Four in the morning I step out the door
The sky transparent and free of clouds
Stars up in their forever homes twinkling
Slightly diminished by light of full moon

Full as she is, she’ll make no escape
Along comes the dark wolf, his jaws are agape
I sit and I watch him devour her glow
Crescent now waning, as his umbra grows

Smaller and smaller, until she’s so thin
Her last light resembles a secretive grin
Good for the wolf, sated at last
Meals don’t come often and make escape fast

Darkness, totality, the disc is red black
Bathed in the shadow of dark wolf’s attack
Just a few moments, the stars are alive
Brighter they’ll burn if the moon can’t survive

Oh but she does for she’s toyed with the wolf
Her iron resolve much too tough for his tooth
She’s just in his maw for a moment to hide
Before she emerges from the other side

“Who’s smiling now? Keep trying old wolf.”
The crescent, now waxing, mockingly asks
“Come ‘round and I’ll feed you, it’s always been so
It’s one of my many cyclical tasks”

As I sit watching the drama play out
Gibbous, now shining near bright as before
I’m pondering time with a watery eye
Dark wolf now departed, moon full once more