confession confession confession there is something about the moon when it is shining big, round and full that I love and I want to howl at it, like a beast. Sometimes I do, it drives the neighbour’s dogs crazy, then they bark, random dogs bark back and all the neighbourhood dogs start barking, yeah it gets real noisy real quick and you hear a voice from across the fence asking, is someone there? who is it? (I wonder about that, if there is a criminal element outside your house or knocking at your door at night and you ask who is it chances are they are not going to say its me an escaped convict, nothing bad ever knocks, to my limited experience) and that is my cue to go back into the house, quietly.
What do you see when you look at it, the moon? The answer is not something profound about shooting for the moon because it makes a bigger target than the stars and even if you miss you still wind up somewhere in space, that makes for interesting logic right there but I was simply pointing to the shadows on the moon’s surface. The dark shadows on the moon to me look like two things, and do not even get me started on the shapes I see in the clouds that look like giant marshmellows in the sky.
The first thing is a rabbit or maybe its a bunny or is it a hare (or all three are the same thing I forget) with pointy ears looking almost as on the old Zim five cent coin
The other is a woman with a baby strapped to her back carrying a bundle of firewood on her head, if you look carefully you can even see the scarf wrapped around her head (or maybe you imagine you do, well that`s what I do) and she is walking, lost, always walking, trying to find her way back home. (fine you can not see that she is walking or even possibly know that she is lost or going back home but that’s the story I see when I look at the moon)
my camera was not good enough to capture the shadows on the moon but they are there, you will have to wait till the next full moon to see what you can see, what can you see?
A moon howler in a moon howling world
in the night of my soul the moon always shines big bright and whole
Becoming The Muse 
LOL do you seriously howl at the moon? Can i just say how jealous I am of that dark night and full moon? Where I live (Melbourne), the sky never gets real dark like it does in Zim nor does the moon ever shine that bright. No fair…lol
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Can you keep a secret? Come I share with you a little one, when I was younger I used to fancy myself a lycan \(^_^)/ so yep
I remember a time when it used to be like that here too, when the nights did not get totally dark, because….. street lights, lots and lotsa streetlights, the night sky would have the most interesting shade of orange as if the sun’s just recently set or it’s almost dawn but throughout the night.
But it’s the same moon how can it be brighter maybe it’s a season thing or we just need it more, the nights are dark
~B
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Good point about the street lights and all. Major LOL at I fancied myself a lycan.
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Can you keep a secret? Come I share with you a little one, when I was younger I used to fancy myself a lycan \(^_^)/ so yep
I remember a time when it used to be like that here too, when the nights did not get totally dark, because….. street lights, lots and lotsa streetlights, the night sky would have the most interesting shade of orange as if the sun’s just recently set or it’s almost dawn but throughout the night.
But it’s the same moon how can it be brighter maybe it’s a season thing or we just need it more, the nights are dark
~B
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At times I regret that day by corner N. Mandela and Angwa on that fine afternoon that I happened to meet u. But honestly I do love u. I love the moon coz of my SUNSHINE ( he knows himself, wink wink hint hint) sweet lovely beautiful moon.
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….flattered speechless ^_^
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Just stopped by to check out your writing. Finding myself smiling ear to ear..good point about the “criminal” element not answering the inquiry of “who is it?” and also, a thought ..if you were a criminal and you began howling at every stop, you would be the worst criminal ever! Haha. So looking forward to reading more..
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Then its a good thing I am not a criminal, yes? hahaha
Thank you for stopping by glad you did and ever so glad liked it.
~B
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Hilarious. At first I thought he’s only thinking of howling at the moon but driving the dogs crazy?? That’s funny!! The way you describe the moon I’d like to see it through your eyes sounds fascinating. Love the photos.
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Hi Steph, I like to call it seeing the ordinary from an extraordinary perspective, its all perception and you are welcome to see through mine eyes any time (and thats in a totally non-creepy way so dont get any ideas about finding me and plucking them out and making glasses out of them now I hope I didnt just put that idea into your head… oh dear )
Appreciate you stopping by means a lot thank you and have an awesome weekend 🙂
~B
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Hey B, oh my among your very skillful writing talent you’re psychic!! I was just thinking I absolutely must find B plueck out his eye and make glasses out of them. How weird is that?
It’s always a pleasure to stop by and read your works of art.
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Hi Beaton. At the full moon beware of the werewolfs! Thank you for liking my poem An Urban Adventurer! Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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Thank you
Yes when the moon is full one must stay indoors and view the moon safely from the window hahaha
~B
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I’ve never noticed the rabbit, but I always see the woman with the baby strapped to her back too 🙂
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Isnt it great to know you are not alone!!!!!
I dont know if I would have noticed the rabbit either were it not for that we used to have the five cent coin with the rabbit on it !!
Thanks for dropping by
~B
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You’re welcome 🙂
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