Moonbow, appear

Moonbow, from the dark
I call you to come forth

you're like a healing wounded lark
singing whispers, facing north
as an old hand drum ..
quietly beats like my heart
it syncopates
  and syncopates
like it wants to restart

In the way it really must
but it's riddled with
toxic dust ...

and in the corner there sat
a dying alley cat
dragged in and so cold
ready to sleep 

'cause it's so old ..

Yes it's breath is weak and ill
as there is

for this cat
indefinitely
no more thrill
in fighting for what's right
when what's right dictates
the quality of life ..

So
will it succumb
to the chill?

Yes
it wants to

and it will
and so under
the window sill..
you, Moonbow, must appear
and please..
'cause time is drawing near
yes, time is drawing nearer
and I'm standing on the peer

Near the edge
of the lake
foreboding
is the fate

On this dark, foggy night
Oh, Moonbow, show what's right
before the lapse, before fall
show you exist -

and light up the night

- S. Rose Ashcraft.