Once knew a guy who liked moonshine
not the shine of the orb in the sky
No, not that one
though he could be quite a loon

over the lake you could hear
the loons' high-pitched quiver

but he had no quiver to carry
his bow or his arrows

so he climbed into his boat
turning the bow from the shore

heading for the other side
hoping to shore up his soul

he skimmed the water's surface
with soles of bare feet

praying not to find
in the distant woods
a bear, rather a still
with fresh moonshine

while the moon still
shone down on
the lake