The Melting Moon

by Mary E. Lowd

When the moon melts the sky
Like a reflection
Disturbed in a puddle

The watching otter wonders why
Their sense of direction
Gets so muddled

They want to fly
Among constellations & collections
Of stars, all huddled
Together, up high

Splashing through
The flashing light of the moon

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