Life and Death

How clear and bright it shines:
Filling life with hope, and death with peace,
It lights up the way for the good old beast.
Scavenging, hunting, the moon follows along.

It stops… the moon brings light over a grave,
“R.I.P. Little Lottie White - 23 months.”
The animal wailed. What was he thinking?

Overshadowed by the darkness of the trees,
The moon shared its light with the beast.
Disappearing, night gradually let way for dawn.
Little yellow flowers flourished beside little Lottie’s grave, but

With life, there is death.
The wolf returned, growing weaker and weaker every day.
As the moon emerged once again, the Beast slowly shut his eyelids.
Then, there was Darkness.
Silence.