Submission under a Winter's Moon

In forested moonlight          
Scattered pale blues            
And caught the flank of a midnight            
Black            
           
And there was gripped            
For a brutal moment            
The wild of the beast            
Then shot fear and thundering pound       into the Earth            
Where it was absorbed and held            
For a Mothers arms are always willing      
        
It was heard in the beasts hit of hooves   And in it's eyes like a drowning pool            
the question Why            
           
But no answer was given            
Though she lamented            
It's Mother only shook her head            
soft smile passing from knowing  
mouth    
In utter juxtapose from feelings felt            
           
The beast slowed its pace            
As confusion touched apathy            
It harbored its clip            
It's shoulders shrugging            
Dawning it's harness as the sun rose ready            
           
And daylight saw Man's dominion            
It rose and gave over to a gentler master the fate of the wild in Woman's hands            
And though quite capable            
she was sadly so            
In all her certainty            
She was very sad to watch the wild go