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





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