Full Moon

Not a soul in sight.

Full moon basks in the sky’s darkness

boasting a shine, dazzling to the eye.

A dog barks hidden in the shades of a building.

As if it is angry at its faith,

to be left outside,

on the ground,

with nothing but devotion

to its master.

One who tied it to a pole.

“Be a good doggy”  – he said

Proud to call himself the master,

supposedly free.

And the moon looks on

Proud as he can be,

knowing,

that a master is nowhere to be seen,

and that His presence one should feel.

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