Howling at the sun
Why are you?
Don't stare at it
Didn't your mother raise you right?
Your eyes will burn out
Why you howling anyways?
In this direction?
At a star of all things
This some sort of a
Triumphant thing?
Or the other way?
Your despair howls need work then
If not the former
And anyways and either ways
I prefer my triumphs Roman style
Don't you know?
With circuses and parades on wide avenues
Not with the howling
Solitary howling at the sun
Don't look don't stare
Will burn your eyes out
Didn't your mother teach you nothing?
Any ways
In this day and age
Howling at the sun
Somewhat unbecoming
Of one such as you
In celebration or despair
Regardless
By Daniel Smallegange, all rights reserved 2025.
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