Last night, the full Beaver Moon passed over without giving me a photo; so I took a poem instead. The photo of Otis is by bonus-daughter Heather Lozano.
Poem for a Moon Dog
This dawn’s full moon – this wild
supermoon that crossed our sleep last night.
Must he go outside? my dog born
of the wild deep forest; humanized by adoption,
then stolen again by his feral mother,
instructed in art of the hunt
before she brought him back to chain-
link fence and bagged kibble –
what did the frosty moon tell my dog
in his sleep, moon already waning in the west,
changeable disk of reflected light
bitten into, diminishing, gibbous, a forever-
hunger moon?
~ Taylor Graham
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