By Quiet Insanity (Jimmy) and Sylvia
Quiet as nightfall, silver-gray shadows hunt...
Muzzle the ape, that
bleeds the tall tree...
Great Moon, mounting globe, sacred Lunar
eucharist eye: portion for her feast...
Kissed by a wisp of gentle breeze
spring flowers swoon in an elegant ballet...
Pink cherry blossoms
held in the winds gentle hands...
Waking to my auburn fur glowing
Under the orange sun now showing...
Butterflies ensnared
in the crayon box beneath...
Mooneater, I am my poem:
fantasy of words...
Bathing within spring water pools,
lavender tickles a dragonflies...
There is a grace,
none matched by four paws...
A tree way out in the fields
broken branches, leafs on the ground...
a stone
alone tried to poke...