Picture the moon practicing
while you slept,
showing early attempts to the cat
who remained unimpressed.
Cat, ever practical, said
The moon’s best efforts
at shadow puppets
were the bunny or the bird.
If you’re going to all that trouble
wrangling light and shadow
it might as well be tasty.
Moon smiled, having learned long ago
to ignore cats.
In the night, moon
painted a heart in the middle of the floor,
a trick of the light
you’ve never seen before.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 