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| Wolf Moon rising - before the total eclipse in the wee small hours (Author's photo) |
She’s risen! We’re feeling alright.
Best chance in ten years for a sight.
So get out the bins,
The thermos and lens,
And gaze at the sky, dead-of-night.
She’s Wolf! She’s Super! She’s Full!
Eclipsing like blood she’ll soon dull;
You think in your head,
“She’ll look great when she’s red!”
But that isn’t Wolf, it’s just Bull!
Cos when your alarm rings out loud,
And you’re poised, gazing moonward, so proud,
Comes that moment you dread,
And you’re straight back to bed -
There’s nothing to see but thick cloud!
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