Moonless

the cow

the spoon

raping, reaping

siphoning cream

from the milkyway

does it matter

the stars burned out

Mourning Dove

hear the cry in early rays

rising with the sun

searching landscape, better days

before to depths, a plunge

where is the coo, call of young

waiting eagerly to feed

haunting call of backward glance

a lonely heart does bleed