Did You See it, Two Nights Ago? June 28, 2026

probably not, that little puff

of a cloud, all alone

resting by the moon

in a cloudless sky

reminded me of a lamb

lying on the ground

next to a tree

where an owl perches

the bird accepts its solitary

existence, the lamb lost

from the flock, is desperate

for company

for a moment the owl/moon

stops hunting, turns its head,

face to lonely face with the

lamb/cloud below it

Don’t you think anything alive

knows the feeling of despair

and senses it in another?

I notice the moon

has never refused

to shine on anything