Spooky Moon, Kooky Moose: Drowsy Spouse

The moon peeked out from shrouds of cloud
Suspended over the chuck-holed road:
It wasn’t supposed to be there. No:
Forecasters forecast snow, and loads.

Pondering perhaps that spooky moon
A moose stood still athwart the road:
It wasn’t supposed to be there. No:
Just deer are here, or so we’re told.

“Look, dear,” said I, “A spooky moon!”
“That’s a moose, not deer,” said she.
“It’s not supposed to be here.” Oh!
Too late veered I, and struck a tree.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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