• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 11
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The Heavens are my Domain

I roar at the distant stars
and will never know
If they respond
Even dreams do not live that long

I growl at the moon
Kicking up clouds of dust
which dance between discarded
remnants of lunar expeditions

I pad weightlessly
across the wing of a plane
Skip to the other side and glide away
while startled passengers struggle
to take my picture

The night is mine
but losing its battle
against the rising sun
Leaving only patterned clouds in the sky
My fading pawprints