Lunar Rorschach
Moon watchers in Buenos Aires
Southern Hemisphere
imagine a minstrel
sitting on a rock
hatchet poised…menacing
a hatted chicken
…or fowl of some sort…
with an imp upon its back
to freeze frame hacking doom…
grim
Shift one-eighty
to a Northern Hemisphere
and a hill in Nova Scotia.
The Moon’s image changes.
There imagination flips
an emoticon in space
…wide-eyed gaze…
to become a rabbit
long-eared and askew
a stare…a distorted hare…
glum
No matter…
for I’m a Pollyanna
so I’ll bask in moonbeams
thrill to the pulse of tides
think gibbous is a funny word
know gravity…is grace.
Bonnie Marshall
Proem... 
Love the last stanza…!