My Human Disguise.
I once rode the moon calf
Over the city roofs.
He was only a half
And made a nice saddle.
(Please don’t ask me for proof.)
Both of us were addled
By his mother’s mooning,
As if she didn’t mind
I might be marooning
Her boy from his own kind.
My ride bucked and I fell
Into a wishing well.
I said, “You go home now.”
The calf became a cow.