Lunar Eclipse Poem by Robert Rorabeck

There should be wolves tonight:
Whole footballs teams of animals
With grinning opal teeth:
And so there is,
And there should be a devil in the woods
Tonight,
A little infant with mal intent
Scratching on the trees,
And so there is,
Tonight,
There should be a wind,
Like a gallows’ hungering noose,
Snapping the necks of pines,
Bending aspens suppliantly,
And so there is,
Tonight
There should be a maiden singing
In the shadowed moonlight,
Upon a certain stone in the
Sleepy dimpled glade
Words that draw the feral herds
About her,
A four hoofed audience
Bowing in the darkness,
And so there is tonight,
High up in the sunken hills,
Tonight,
Through the whispering
Gardens,
Tonight,
Down the end of the
Overgrown path
Tonight,
Atop the lip of stones
Standing with the cerulean lion
Tonight,
As our world steps between
The sun and his silver maiden,
Asking for her hand at the dance
Tonight,
Imposing himself on something
He doesn’t own,
And she follows with him
Far away in her celestial
Sphere,
Crying in her clever veil,
Tonight,
The words which darken ours,
As the shadows align with us,
Kissing us like lovers,
As the hungry red fox crawls out
The den,
And howls.