Mother Moon
by Ken Kash
I look up toward Mother,
She’s smiling down at me.
All I sing are laments,
Yet she looks down with glee.
I pray to Her to help us,
With weather, pack, or prey.
She’s always up there listening,
Forever helping in that simple way.
I ask for Her to be there always,
This small thing I do plea.
She must go form time to time,
This makes it hard to lead.
My Pack depends solely on me,
While I depend on Her to guide.
She bestowed on me greatness,
Therefore I cannot hide.
We together protect the pack,
Ready we are to die, all to soon.
I love my Mother more then anything,
To She only can I croon.
She is here for me and I, Her,
I shall never disgrace, My Mother, The Moon.