Lightning, No Moon

we may have climbed the hill to watch the Moon
tonight, instead we stroll by graveyards, releasing
squirrels into the night in the company of lightning.
The strobe light catches the last view of the tail
disappearing behind a gravestone, may he rest in
peace this one, that chewed my drip lines and
savored my strawberries, that one that chattered
outside the window at me to come fill the bird
feeder for his personal use.
The Moon would have risen beautifully into the sky,
instead it feels creepy and the fur on the dogs neck
is standing up, we know there are others here
even if we can't see them, with the Moon
behind the clouds they can dance in front of
us and we cannot see except through a flash
of lighting.