Barking at the Moon

A dog gaze at the Moon
He wants to howl
but don't know the tune

He sits in awe
under the pitch black dome

And stir it's limbs
as the night grow old

He see the Moon
in all it's splendor

He crave to feel
that silver candor

A dog is weeping in a road
he growls with rage
for it's nearly dawn

His Moon will fade
and so his love

Because a dog is a dog
and nothing more.