the moon and the stray

never stood a chance…

sitting by the trees

observing the wiggling

of their black leaves-

heart shaped… above those

pale and  amorphous

a rock, a  goddess…

my goddess, my love

she looks down to me.

is it pity? is it mercy?

perhaps she´s unmoved

Even my bunny rabbit

heart knows it-

She´d never worry

about a stray like me…

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