Brightest nights produce the darkest moons.
Brisk airs tear through the 4 legged stare.
Algid spaces where the best seeds bloom
forbearing the release of all its despair.

Hawkish intentions with a K9 offense.
Contrast at equilibrium with survival.
Glass bottles, snack wrappers wait in suspense
with blood shed in attendance of the finales arrival.

Rainwater becomes a delectable beverage.
Leftovers become five star meals
that fill just enough before the larger pets arrive
and the stained brownstone
matures to community kitchen.

Tortoiselike hours as the weeks grow longer,
painful, and livid.
With the bright side of those puppy dog eyes
noticing the weeks are
lucid, precious, lively
when changes come as you pivot.

Those dark nights, then,
accompany radiant full moons
surrounded by gas fueled glitter,
sprinkled over a dark navy canvas.
The seeds emerge as blissful, beautiful
baby blue eyes freshly watered.
You finally get a bath.

by. Philip G. Steverson