Today we present a poem by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux, who is a long-time author of lyric poetry, on the autism spectrum, and is soon to self-publish his first poetry collection "From The Plume". You can find more of his poetry on FurAffinity, SoFurry, or DeviantArt.

Read for you by Khaki, your faithful fireside companion.

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You’re listening to Poetry Month on The Voice of Dog.

This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler, and Today we present a poem

by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux,

who is a long-time author of lyric poetry,

on the autism spectrum,

and is soon to self-publish

his first poetry collection

"From The Plume". You can find more of his poetry

on FurAffinity, SoFurry,

or DeviantArt. Read by Khaki,

your faithful fireside companion.

Please enjoy “Loup-Garou & The Moon”, a poem by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux

He took his rest upon a hill Beneath the starry sky;

The moon that night was full and bright, Unreachable on high.

His form, a wolf, made life a thrill,

But also seemed a curse;

This life too wild for just a child,

His human life was worse.

But holding on through nature's will

Resolved to cheer,

and soon That joyless pup – when looking up –

Beheld the glowing moon.

With moon so huge, forgetting past,

He danced around in joy;

No longer growled, but gleely howled – What time to be a boy!

But still the moon was growing fast

By pulling to the earth;

So as it grew, the pup then knew

He could not play in mirth.

And when the moon drew near at last,

The pup who did not lack – With super strength – prepared at length To push the moon right back.

The beauty once was hanging high As stars would prance around;

But closing near, that silver sphere

Was soon to smash the ground.

And then it fell

from out the sky, To strike like an attack;

That little pup was holding up

Until he flung it back.

Exhausted now – the moon would fly, And from its falling cease;

So with a thud into the mud,

The wolf could rest in peace.

Now ages hence, the wolf is grown –

And stronger at the time;

It's hard to find a one so kind,

Who spreads an art sublime.

His youth was harsh, and all alone

He wandered in despair;

But memories are what he sees When life's too much to bear.

What better glimpse could one have known

Than what was seen at height?

And what a thrill entrances still

On looking up at night!

This was “Loup-Garou & The Moon”

by Michel-VincentCorbeaux,

read for you by Khaki,

your faithful fireside companion.

Thank you for listening to Poetry Month

on The Voice of Dog.