Under The Ducky Moon

The Winters been Harsh, Harsher than Most. Now cabin fever had taken its toll.
I was beginning to act a little bit weird, but so were others I know.
Then suddenly the sun showed itself, its warmth was beginning to show.
Ice began melting from a chair in my back yard, and yes it tempted me so…
And then I snapped, its true, I know, with the melting of ice and snow.
With every single drip… drip… drip… my mind began to go…

I’d been stubborn and frozen to the core for many a winter’s day.
As, yes, I had stayed by the window, while typing my poems along the way.
I had counted every single icy day… toward those beautiful blessed Spring Rays…
Then one day the temperature went from 8 to 78, and that took my breath away…
I threw off the blankets that kept me warm and I danced…a lot I say!
No matter how crazy it looked… I would enjoy the January thaw, making hay!
It’d soon be winter again, so I ran outside and chiseled the rest of the ice from that chair.
Then in defiance I sat there as my dog slid over sheets of ice with flare.

To our neighbors we must have looked crazy, like we didn’t have a clue.
But they quickly turned back again, to chiseling ice from their driveways anew.
But my dog and I continued to stay disposed quite nice.
After all there was only 4 inches of deep blue ice.
Yep, I sat there and watched as water began streaming down the street so precise…

I continued to sit there until I saw that the full moon had finally come out.
Then I began to wonder if perhaps we should beware of the nutty people running about…
As if!!! I answered myself. The Full moon’s got nothing compared to cabin fever. No doubt!
I continued to watch until some ducks peacefully flew across the full moon that night…
At that point, I knew my choice had been truly right…
For the cold would come back, and I’d always remember my choice…
This day would Forever be the day, when the Ducky Moon brought this story to voice.