Mmmm, Moon

Tanto pondered its shape
between mouthfuls.

Its circumference rolled evenly
over taste buds and saliva.

Shaken.
Not stirred.

The truth.
Simple and elegant.

She crooned,

I Tanto.
Sister.
Eat grass.
Leaves.

Moon make I happy.
Grass. Leaves.
I happy.
Eat.

Her slow rumble hum
drew a congregation of
swallowing necks and trunks.

Mmmm, the pack appreciated.
Mmmm, for her wisdom.

Their palettes cleansed in vermillion and ochre,
the bark of the conifer,
and cypress roots nudged from within.

They gazed upon the light,
drawing long brushstrokes
from the shell’s beacon.