I guess you’ve heard about it.
That lunar phase they call the “Blood Moon.”
The moon seems to collect names like a traveling carnival:
Harvest Moon, Blue Moon, Super Moon, Wolf Moon, Snow Moon… all of them waxing and waning through the calendar.
But the Blood Moon…
That one stirs something in me.
Oh, there it is now—hanging in a crystal-clear night sky. Not a cloud anywhere. There’s something almost primal about seeing it.
Hang on a second… I feel something tingling down my spine.
Anyway, I do admire its rich texture in that mild reddish hue.
“Grrrrr…”
What? Where did that come from?
Must have been that steak tar-yar I had a little while ago.
I stare at that great orbital globe and suddenly it feels sooooo… howellllllooo…
Where’s that coming from?
I seem to be completely fixated on this moon.
I feel like really getting into it now. I arch my back, tilt my head, point my beak toward that glowing sphere and let it fly…
HOOOOOOOWELL!
Oh my.
I feel much better now. That came from down deep. I get a defnate aftertaste of the steak sauce.