Midnight in the Pasture


An albino moon

grazes the pasture tonight,

foraging its way

through little bluestem,

through Indian grass,

casting clear light

upon a small herd of bison

sleeping on the range,

each beast tucked inside

its heavy and matted hide.


Meanwhile, a herd

of tiny clouds tiptoes in

from the west,

nibbling daintily

at the Milky Way.

The clouds fatten

as they gobble up

acres and acres of sky,

swallowing the moon without pause,

gulping down each and every

pointy little star hanging in our galaxy.

~ by Cheryl Unruh