Stop Global Warming in Its Tracks
January’s moon shines upon the ashen face
Who stares in silence in a manner of grace
Winsome smile crosses high cheekbones fair
With eyes of green intriguing, yet silently aware.
The chilling breeze takes the breath away,
Reflections arise for the mind to survey
While the lone heron crosses the path of the moon,
Intersecting the call of the Common Loon.
Surreptitious fog at the riverbank will rise
And catch the Purple Sandpiper by sheer surprise,
The rutting antlers of the caribou now knock
As a distant teakettle whistles at eight o’clock.
A thousand eyes breach what light remains
And scatter the dust across the plains,
The time is right and the hour is here
To share with nature a new frontier.
A secret world makes night come alive
Where the innocents can now easily survive,
Muffled honks and whistles permeate the air
With creatures found most anywhere.
The darkness is their closest friend
And pays them safety in dividends,
There are coons and opossums, bats,
Owls, armadillos, red fox and rats.
Our world is filled with all shapes and sizes
Who are truly aplenty when the moon rises
And if you look you will see
What is plain as day, in any degree.
So join your hearts and souls with me
Protect their future for them to be
Here with all for enjoyment and need
To make global warming disappear with greed.
