The Moon and me
Why is that The Moon when she shows her face
makes me feel like a wild animal
wanting to run endlessly
through valleys through mountains
with my nose filling with all these aromas
my ears detecting the noise of other beings
their movements their fear
with the wind passing through the hair of my back
pushing me in the direction of the next prey
the chasing the hunt
my heart working overtime
pumping my blood furiously
and then finally
The Moon casts its light on the unfortunate one
all trembling eyes wide open
reflecting the infinite terror inside
not far from reach
closer every second
to the involuntary sacrifice moment
closing another chapter
of the ever revolving circle
of that thing in the sky…