The moon has a glistening glow
but sometimes it croaks like a crow
not a raven but
as if it is a frog.
Animalism?
A planet,
absurd.
Yet it breathes like a salmon
not with gills
but of lungs
the being of a human
somewhat less than the sun.
The moon can have traits
of anything living, I believe.
But I think everyone
would claim me as insane
so I shut my mouth
and eat some pig,
unclean,
while my eye sights the moon
in dance
as we spin
on earth.