Stone cold moon was full of herself

       she cast a pale light on the world

       (pale as an undertaker)

       convening her shadow government
 
 

       Wind and trees conspired together

       usurped this pallid force for their own wild purposes

       moved serried ranks of gray thieves

       carelessly

       petulant children arguing over a favorite toy
 
 

       Eyes occupied with this assault on my home

       failed to see the greater threat

       the Fool's Gambit known

       only when Death put his cold hand on my shoulder
 
 

       Dressed to the nines and grinning