Dedicated to my Facebook friend Ms. Nancy Jill Franklin
The waning moon climbed up the empty sky
in an invisible arc from east to west
as the color of her glow seemed to turn
opaque white from a murky shade of red.
Thousand miles below, the silent earth
slept in restless bouts of sleep in between
the nightmares that left him paralyzed
and the mute cries that left him out of breath.
Somewhere else the sun was shining bright,
not here though, a handful of owls instead,
sleepless, stood guard against the hazy night
when a million tiny feet came alive
to gather food and became the hunted in the hunt.
Somewhere else joy might sing, here a silence burned.