Shutting the door behind me
To ensure the cats didn’t follow
(They’re black; I’d never find them in the dark).
Lifting my phone, I pressed the big white button
(How like a moon, itself, except, unlike the moon,
It never drops behind a veil of clouds
As this moon soon did).
However full and present,
It quickly disappeared, as if it never was;
So like the light we thought had filled the world
That now seems hidden once again,
Or just illusion, and the clouds, so dark,
Are our true destiny,
All light and goodness gone,
As if the cats had gotten out and disappeared,
First into night, and then, with one last howl,
Into the belly of the raccoon
Who lurks beneath the deck.
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