A POEM - FULL MOON

FULL MOON
I was walking down the street,
smoking a cigarette and whistling Dixie,
having a good feeling
about where the night might go.
But then I had this other feeling,
like somebody was spying on me,
watching my every move.
Very cautiously and very slowly
I glanced up into the sky.
There was the full moon, boring down.
I quickly averted my eyes,
ducked into some shadows and said, “oh shit. Here we go again.”