Just a little whimsy I got while driving home one night under the full moon.
Full Moon Tonight
(Howl.)
He's hiding in the clouds
like a child with a flashlight
under the covers.
That doesn't diminish the pull he has,
the ruckus he's causing,
all inner turmoil
verging on meltdown.
The days are really not
that bad.
But when he comes out,
in full dress,
looking to cause trouble,
my optimistic front
dissolves.
I am tired.
He prods, what else?
So the list gets longer
the burdens bigger
the trials so much more
tumultous,
and I am reduced
to that child under the bed clothes
hiding with my flashlight,
murmuring I want, I want, I want -
and trying to decide just what.
-KEH
