Here are a couple of poems written this very day. The second one, a shadorma, is a true story, too.
How We Never
How we never look
outside at night too afraid
shut the curtains tight
against the dark its fingers
spread out and pressed hard the glass
Always never look.
But this night thin and yellow
the line on the sill
Brave we are not but entranced.
The moon pulls. We don’t resist.
tanka chain
5/20/22
Shadorma 404
basement stairs
the one-eyed cat sits
two steps down
in the dark.
I pull the light cord. He blinks.
Why, I ask. He glares.
5/20/22
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Shadorma 404 is wonderful – that cat is keeping secrets.
Just like all the rest of them. At least the ones who have lived with us over the years! They know all about us but us – we know nothing about them.
That moon…(k)
Yes. It exerts its power in ways we do not understand, I believe it.