Luna

Paws pitter patter against grained wooden slats,
black saucer eyes, endless, round like the moon,
peek out behind a toothless grin. With one last
low howl through remnants of frosty strands.
A fox-like face rests gently in cupped hands;
beneath warm fur, fading under these fingers,
praying for this moment to linger, only to
have my moon wane far too soon.

Photograph by @rthiemann