Coasting On a Crescent Moon
With rounded ram horns, the faun could hear better than most.
I do not even try to do it either, he will readily boast.
Today he is sitting on a crescent moon, who loves being his host.
They are in the cosmos, barely moving, both of them upon coast.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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