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Moonshadow
leapin’ and boppin’ . . .
I’m being beckoned by a moonshadow
little lemon slice sets the treetops aglow
woken from a sound sleep, don’t ya know
as a dusty day tumbles into tomorrow.
Spirit suggests I should make friends
with my shadow side, making amends
might be a refreshing energy cleanse
not stuffing all my shade to vile ends.
Tonight, moonshadow kissed my hand
whispered of whimsy she had planned
promised to whisk me to my motherland
where even the twisted do understand.
I’m being beckoned by a moonshadow
such lunar buzz sets my synapses aglow
drawn far from a deep slumber meadow
a sudden savor to bite into tomorrow.
Turkeys or eagles, a feathery charade
feel free to rain plumage on my parade
my shadow side has lunar strayed
up there in a splash with star mermaid.
Tectonic plates take a sluggish slip
just as La Luna locks me into a lip grip
shadow rips me along in her starship
passes me a roach in a…
