The night is clear
Moonlight sears
my whiskers,
tremble before
the glory of Mror
a purr rises as
morning stream
from the earth
out of me comes
an small tremoring
earthquake of joy.
Moonlit poetics
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2 Responses to “Moonlit poetics”
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Hello again! I like your poem, did you write that yourself or did some human help you?
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Meow – nice poem.
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