SimbaIn life we are faced with many challenges, some of which, we are more keen to face than others: a book report: troublesome, a root canal: a doozie, and a chronic ankle-biting Chihuahua: a force to be reckoned with, but I gladly would have taken on any of these, maybe even all three, than have to deal with my current ordeal: my new “roommate”.
About 411 miles north of Grand Rapids, is the city of Marquette, a pleasant tourist trap and major shopping center in an area entirely surrounded by wilderness, and was bordered by the awesome Lake Superior to the North. The landscape there was amazing and the wilderness, breathtaking. It were these qualities that brought me here, to attend the local Northern Michigan University, where I would unknowingly have to bear the new torture brought upon me by my new living arrangements.
When I first moved into the dorm, I was struggling to haul all my luggage across the threshold, my back bowing over the weight of the medium-sized cardboard b
Ode to a Dancing Blood MoonUp above the mountain peaks, where no one dares to soar
Lies a crystal blood moon among a sea of stars
Mortals there upon the ground, look to catch a fleeting glance
Knowing not when they shall see once more
A bloodied heaven sky
The stars dance, and oh how they dance
On autumn nights, against an open feral sky
Their partners mimic upon the ground in reply
In jump and swirl, a pivot and prance
An eternal celestial gyrate
Upon the peak, a mournful wail
Emits to the moon in eternal song
A night that echoes back long in reply
Forbids the sun tear away the veil
Of an October's Harvest Moon.
Light cracks, causing night to ache
And alas, end draws near
As the moon and stars begin to fade
The ballet stops and dawn does break
A respite only for the day.