The low, full moon pours milk upon these branches
milk that will not last once dawn has come.
Wobble-legged calves gather under them at night
and crane their necks as if to breasts.
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caress scores of gentle fish, also motherless
who rise to the milky moonlight
flashing contentment in their round, round eyes
Great expressions and wording... moon, motherhood and nature.. tony
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caress scores of gentle fish, also motherless who rise to the milky moonlight flashing contentment in their round, round eyes Great expressions and wording... moon, motherhood and nature.. tony
Thank you, Dr. Tony! - Jenny