#inktober 8. STAR

 

A celebration day poem. How light and airy we feel after good news, in contrast to the darkening leaden limbs of a body under stress.

 

Small creatures of myself

come out! Shy scaly ones

winged and footed and bare legged

ones, shiny snouted round ones.

Come out and gather your smallnesses

under this star.

There are other stars

millions, but this one

is yours dear creatures. Dance!

 

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