Black

I am the moon.

I own the black.

I hear the echo of the bats.

I glisten in the night.

I play peek-a-boo with you.

“Now you see me!  Now you don’t!”

The wolf says, “Helllooooo!”

I colored the sky black with a black sharpie.

In the silence of the night, the only noise I hear is the crickets chirping.

I see the light of thousands of buildings and the cars.

I am the moon.

What Would You Do in 1848?

I would have been a farmer so I could be around animals.  I would have stayed back east on the old farming land instead of going west.  What would you have done?

One day I looked up because I thought someone or something and a chicken was behind me shaking.  Then it struck me.  I had not fed them yet!  So I fed them, but out of the blue, a wild boar jumped out and fell on me.  What would you have done

Then the boar left.  Something wasn’t right.  Boars are usually not scared that way.  I watch to see if any were in the woods.

When I was about nine, I grew up on a farm, and this is the same farm my great grandfather gave to me.  I learned a lot on May 4th in 1848.  I learned to d-gut a turkey, but I didn’t believe in killing animals, so I became a vegetarian.  Would you have killed for meat?

So all the animals on my farm were either for selling or just for eggs, herding, or for a friend.  That is who I would be in 1848.