Howl even though the moon is only quarter

Howl even though the moon is only quarter,

even though the only sound you hear

is a melody of birds;

the ratata of a distant woodpecker.

Even though the smell of coffee

carried in plumes that play in the light

cast long across the kitchen work surfaces

is all that you can smell.

Even when a car on the gravel wakes you

and you wait in excitement knowing it is only

your latest order from Amazon.

Howl even though the moon is only quarter,

because one day it will be full,

and all you will hear is howling

and you will wonder why no-one cares.