Indifferent (Poetry)

The moon is riding high tonight
above the crowding trees
she’s scattering her shards of light
in varying degrees

Frost glitters — spreads its texture fine
thin shadows stretch away
the winter lawn grown crisp with rime
its carpet silver-grey

A fox from out the bushes slinks
he gives a short sharp bark
an owl perched in an oak tree blinks
then hoots into the dark

Tonight it is a hunter’s moon
the scene is set for death
a shape is creeping through the gloom
the watcher holds his breath

A sudden snarl and snap of teeth
and then the deed is done
indifferent to the world beneath
the frigid moon rides on