Lunar Pulse
The moon calls to me,
Asking me to be free.
Glossy fur and gnashing teeth,
But a fragile human lies beneath.
Under the moon I can be myself,
And not confined to a box on the shelf.
Once bitten and sad,
But I learned it’s not all bad.
My only regret,
But don’t fret.
I enjoy every moment while it lasts.
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