Last Night

By the bulging half moon's light

Orion hunted over my home

knowing full that I wished

for a dark and silent night.



But he was set on hunting

the double dozen turkeys who comb

our mown grass and forest edging

and perch on dark branches chatting.



Calling out to his buddy Mars

Orion stood outside my window

shouting their conquests from afar

waking me with all his bright stars.