Waiting for the punchline

Last night, I slept in and did not get up

to watch the longest Beaver Moon

I did not stand and wonder

if an ancestor got up in the middle of the night

six hundred years ago

to stare at a Beaver moon

I figure six hundred years from now

some restless descendants can roust themselves

from bed for me, stand in the chilly air

and wonder if I got up in the middle of the night

six hundred years ago

to stare at a Beaver Moon

If my descendants remember me for anything

may it be my droll common sense humor

and may they laugh at the idea

that I got up in the middle of the night

six hundred years ago

to stare at a Beaver Moon