The Lover's Moon Poem by Todd Michael Cusato-Millar

A lover's moon camps outside my window
Sometimes I think its mocking me
The midnight clouds they pass by so slowly
can't you hear them their talking about me
the whispering winds brushing thru the trees
reminds me of her soft hair and how I miss it
the soft gurgling of a distant creek almost sounds like gossip
A wise old Owl who has settled in my oak tree
Lets me know hoo's the fool in this scenario
a timber wolf howls at a brilliant moon
His lonely cry echo's down the valley
He cries for his lost love he sits and waits on her reply
but all he is met with is silence
tonight the Timber Wolf is just like me
Tonight there will be no resolve for the lonely