Hunters Moon
In darkening sky a yellow moon rose
As the evening sun went down
Slowly changing her golden-hued robe
To dappled, silv'ry gown.
From a hollow tree in a woody gloom
Came a swooping, ghostly owl,
A dark silhouette against the moon,
Beginning its nightly prowl.
A fox crept out from its lonely lair
And sped o'er the moonlit hill,
Hungrily sniffing the shimmering air
Searching eagerly for a kill.
From an old church flew black bats
With weaving, tumbling flight
And moonbeams quivered on bridled cats
Wailing ghoulish songs to the night.
A remorseless moon without guilt or shame
Like the creatures it shone upon,
For she herself played a scavenging game
As she stole her light from the sun.
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Simple Rhymes - By Ruby N Ramsell
PoetryThis is the first collection of poems that my great grandma wrote, I never knew her, she passed before I was born. There are two booklets of poems that she authored, the second of which is dated 1995, I believe the first was printed a couple of year...
