Midnight Lunch Poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

Night’s long dark fingers read the face of the sky,
Obliterating blue, light and clouds

Behind a bookcase,
Breathless feline crunching

Cielito lindo hosts a thousand star crowds

Behind the same bookcase
A persistent feline crunching

Velvet and brilliant in its little black dress
Night does not apologize nor does it confess

There, behind that bookcase –
A midnight feline lunching

Long hours dip down through thick night’s black light
Wearing brand new, ripped ragged shrouds

And over there – by the bookcase
Winged creatures come buzzing,
Winged creatures are gathering,
Winged creatures are greedy and lunching

Daytime sleeps in the voracious arms
Of the twilight of long-forgotten gods

October,2006