The baby faced moon
Chubby cheeks smiling bright
Pale white reflective skin
Is mine

That small vapor trail
Of clouds with their
Own tails to tell
and a dragon’s tongue
Is mine

The grey white and black
Frantic feral cat
Running back
To the railway track
With ruby eyes
Glowing in the headlights
Is mine

Every natural sensation
The feel of wet ground
The rainbow with its’ own
After image
Is mine

Everything I perceive
Is mine
To place paper
With pointed pen
To type it out
And edit again
And again, and again
Till in the end
It is poetry perfected
All mine