"Imagine a circle, a half circle or a moon -- here," says Jane. So I do.
The fish moon rises
Swims across a dark, silent star lake.
Splashes into dawn.
Dark but for the moon,
With all her moods, she is true--
Waning, waxing, full.
My little fluffy orange and white girl cat wanted to write one too: (think circle)
brimming fat food bowl,
warm puddle of sun, me curled
on the couch, dreaming.