Night hunters

For the dverse prompt to write an ottava rima poem.

When wandering cloud obscures the full moon bright,

The hunters prowl in shadows dark and deep,

While vixen in her lair far from the light,

Curls round her cubs to keep them safe in sleep

Until they pass—the dangers in the night,

With stealthy tread, her secret night paths creep.

And in this world of silent, withheld breath,

The stars are still, for nothing stirs in death.

A mid-night triolet

Got up at 2.30am to note this one down. It was that or keep repeating it to myself so I wouldn’t have forgotten it in the morning.

There is danger in this moonlight,

Dancing cold steps in empty space,

Flooding the hollows of the night.

There is danger in this moonlight,

Putting ragged shadows to flight,

Among the ghosts I see your face.

There is danger in this moonlight

Dancing; cold steps in empty space.