A Red Moon Night (poem)

Once in a forest,

Called Shushh, shoo

There was a twit-too-woo.

It was an owl, not taking any rest.

He was as white as milk,

Staring at the moon,

He had a feeling, something was going to happen soon,

Because the moon was red, looking as smooth as silk.

The squirrel family, and the badgers,

All were scampering around.

Running in fear, on the rocky ground,

They also knew, that the forest could burn like crackers.

There were shadows, and howls,

And the animals were cold.

Shivering, and they rolled,

To keep themselves warm, and safe, from the fowls.

The moon glowed like a half cut apple,

All was silent.

No noise was heard, but there was a scent,

A scent, of danger, of.. scrapple.

There was a wild animal about,

It was howling, it was- Aahhhhhh!

No, it's a wolf, oh no, what now?

The bright red moon, shone bright on it, eating a trout.

Wait, I heard a shot!

And another!

Oh, are people hurting each other?

No, it's the wolf, caught.

Ha! It's now in a van, caged.

The owl hoots, rotating his head, 180 degrees,

The squirrels, the badgers, are now at ease.

This story just ends, and like the wolf, is here, caged.

~ Anoushka Sabnis