Moon rips open
Emerald forest crowns
Slashing their furry black
Night
With
White Blades by the thousands
Piercing eager Earthen needled floor
Soft footsteps dance between
The shadows that dare remain
Aligning paw, upon paw
Until no more hopscotch
Moon-stones appear
And
the dance
stops
Until the next
Full lunar womanhood
descends upon man
And
his blessing
Is hers