THE MOONBEAM

The cool August breeze blows across the lake
Ripples in the water, it slowly makes
The temperature has dropped, the air has a chill
Everything is quiet; the world lies still
The bats begin to hover, as the wild dogs growl
From far up on the ridge, the wolf begins to howl
Is it a warning, a sign or perhaps just an omen
Or has it just strayed from its quiet den
The stars shine so bright, with this picturesque scene
As the wolf's silhouette is highlighted, beneath...
THE MOONBEAM

Joe Henn