A Hound At Midnight

• Alexander Horder, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

Full moon had yet to rise
Soon there would be onyx skies
The moon would dance
The moon would prance
Midnight would be within the sky
Full moon is now within
A hound it gave a menacing grin
Its ash fur was lacerated and torn
Its bloodstained teeth were sharp as thorns
This hound no one could beat
Full moon is almost extinct
Morning light is now distinct
Before there were onyx skies
Now there are ochre heavens
Full moon has yet to rise