we are the smallish
ones, of tiny scales
and silver tails sealed
in scarlet slip of sky.
we drink from butter
-cups and saucer moon
to soothe our embered
tongues. we sing in hum
-mingbird thrum. we
wee beasties swallow
fallen stars to stoke
our shine. and we find
our wee wings to be
quite strong when we
exhale deep and
point them at the sun.
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It would be logical if your poems got less good as the month progressed, but they have not!
“we drink from butter
-cups and saucer moon” … Love. Even just “we drink from butter”—as a color, not a food. 🙂 As in, pale gold. A liquid treasure of some sort. A healing agent or fountain of youth. Something candyish in Wonka’s factory. Yes, an undiscovered butterscotch river.
“we beasties swallow” … Have you watched those froggy videos??? My daughter does the best mimickry of that!