Casey Jarrell

Rookie - 27 Points (6/23/1994 / Deridder, La)

The Silver Moon Poem by Casey Jarrell


In this night and in this hour,
I will reveal my
secret power.

In this night and 12 hours past noon
underneath the light of the silver moon,
I will be arriving soon.

In this night when the moon is revealed,
my secret power will be
unsealed.

A cloak as black as night will appear
and then I can't be heard by any human ear.

I will grow fur and whiskers.
I will then be on four legs and
have cat ears.

Don't worry, I will be arriving
soon
as a cat underneath the light of the of the silver
moon.

Submitted: Friday, December 07, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The silver moon is a halloween themed poem about a mother that is a famailiar trying to get back to her family back at her home in the middle of the night.

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