Under a bright
Harvest moon
Some heard trick
or treat
While others
heard I love you
Pass paraffin
lips
Coated with
sugar
And the mix was
seamless
The caged bird
was mute
He knew
It was not that
she had forgotten the song of her heart
Rather
The words were
all too true
So she remained
Hidden
She remained silent
In the darkness
Hoping it would pass
Using
A multitude of
masks
Each suited
For a singular
audience
To present the
promise
Of what could be
Giving form
To a little more
Than vapor
That vanished
Like quicksilver
As she turned
away
In her plight to
be
Someone
So desperately
run
She forgot who
she was
When she begun
He reminded
Her response
Rage filled yell
Much less should
be expected
Can’t you tell
From a wounded
animal
Caught in
The maddening
chase
Unending
With a pack
Of wolves
voracious
That gives
little thought
To consuming the
weak
As blood filled
teeth shine
Under a bright
harvest moon
I was hoping that the wolf would eat that damn bird.
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