Luna

Writhes, golden snake, sleek and coiled.

Yawns, bloat-bellied dove,
stretches its wings, craves sleep.

Barks in the cold, fox on the prowl.


Bays, bloodhound, at bats and steeples.

Croons disconsolate lullabies
to creatures in lairs and nests.

Plays with fingerpaint, fidgety child.


Chases risk and thrill, alleycat.

Splashes, impertinent frog
in a lake thronged with starfish.

Yearns for its love, aloof, remote,
the chill and churning ocean.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-23 at 03:07

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
There's a wonderful freshness to the way that this is written. Well done!
2019-08-23


Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
This is full of wonderful images for the reader to savour! There is a sense of timelessness, and peace, despite so much happening. Luna... my favourite heavenly body. I enjoyed reading this, very much.
2019-08-23