The Dew-flirt

A wall-eyed rascal,he. Drunk on stars and comets by night, Hunkered down by daybreak- peering in to dawn’s blue fog. Mottled with opals-dew’s blessings adorn his thick fur. Perch between two black holes for eyes. Beneath flexing paws the soft earth warms. This dusty mister feels moles scrapings beneath him, picks out scuttling beetles in…