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“Loup-Garou & The Moon” by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux (Read by Khaki)
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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Transcript
You’re listening to Poetry Month on The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler, and Today we present a poem
Speaker:by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux,
Speaker:who is a long-time author of lyric poetry,
Speaker:on the autism spectrum,
Speaker:and is soon to self-publish
Speaker:his first poetry collection
Speaker:"From The Plume". You can find more of his poetry
Speaker:on FurAffinity, SoFurry,
Speaker:or DeviantArt. Read by Khaki,
Speaker:your faithful fireside companion.
Speaker:Please enjoy “Loup-Garou & The Moon”, a poem by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux
Speaker:He took his rest upon a hill Beneath the starry sky;
Speaker:The moon that night was full and bright, Unreachable on high.
Speaker:His form, a wolf, made life a thrill,
Speaker:But also seemed a curse;
Speaker:This life too wild for just a child,
Speaker:His human life was worse.
Speaker:But holding on through nature's will
Speaker:Resolved to cheer,
Speaker:and soon That joyless pup – when looking up –
Speaker:Beheld the glowing moon.
Speaker:With moon so huge, forgetting past,
Speaker:He danced around in joy;
Speaker:No longer growled, but gleely howled – What time to be a boy!
Speaker:But still the moon was growing fast
Speaker:By pulling to the earth;
Speaker:So as it grew, the pup then knew
Speaker:He could not play in mirth.
Speaker:And when the moon drew near at last,
Speaker:The pup who did not lack – With super strength – prepared at length To push the moon right back.
Speaker:The beauty once was hanging high As stars would prance around;
Speaker:But closing near, that silver sphere
Speaker:Was soon to smash the ground.
Speaker:And then it fell
Speaker:from out the sky, To strike like an attack;
Speaker:That little pup was holding up
Speaker:Until he flung it back.
Speaker:Exhausted now – the moon would fly, And from its falling cease;
Speaker:So with a thud into the mud,
Speaker:The wolf could rest in peace.
Speaker:Now ages hence, the wolf is grown –
Speaker:And stronger at the time;
Speaker:It's hard to find a one so kind,
Speaker:Who spreads an art sublime.
Speaker:His youth was harsh, and all alone
Speaker:He wandered in despair;
Speaker:But memories are what he sees When life's too much to bear.
Speaker:What better glimpse could one have known
Speaker:Than what was seen at height?
Speaker:And what a thrill entrances still
Speaker:On looking up at night!
Speaker:This was “Loup-Garou & The Moon”
Speaker:by Michel-VincentCorbeaux,
Speaker:read for you by Khaki,
Speaker:your faithful fireside companion.
Speaker:Thank you for listening to Poetry Month
Speaker:on The Voice of Dog.
