Lovers Moon Poem by Owen Cullimore

It's a lovers Moon
Watching through the trees
As we walk hand in hand
In the cool night breeze
As we sit beneath the old Oak tree
And gaze into each others eyes
In the distance getting closer
Is the sound of an Owls cries
A kiss is followed by a warm embrace
As passions begin to rise
Then we notice up in the branches
The glowing, staring Owls eyes
As he turns his head to watch us closely
As we make love under the moon
He has a disapproving look
As he hoots his haunting tune
We lay together in harmony
Our thoughts for no one else but we two
Carefully watched by our new found friend
Watched by the Moon in the darkened hue
As passing clouds drift overhead
Moonbeams are breaking through
The eerie trees look threatening
As passionate events still continue
Casting a shadow over us as we make love
But it's such a wonderful fulfilling time
Then we just lay together for the rest of the night
Enjoying the Moon, the Owl, the moment so sublime