Luna

I looked up to a sort of flash:
moon with a fish in its mouth
who came out of dark clouds,
prowled, a surprised cat
padded silently across
the floor of sky,
look up rooftops,
briefly wondered
why humans
watch it,
and then:
gone,
pink
dawn
powder
puffs,
impossible
translations
of night.

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