30 August 2012
Dandelion puff moon, Surely you have come too soon. I wish like the puff I could blow you away. So my body won't have to betray.
These claw should not yet be, Nor this muzzle of sharp teeth. These pads should be hands. These clothes lies fur beneath.
But the moon is clearly full. And my howling instinct calls. Dandelion puff moon, You've made me meet my doom.
©Odd
Dandelion Puff Moon • Opuss № I