{"sf1_id":575893,"sf2_id":"rn9xLpqm","title":"Moon Flowers","author":"Zorha","words":122,"posted_at":"2013-08-13T20:11:00.000Z","tags":["Jackal","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/575893-moon-flowers","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn9xLpqm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ee/ca/eeca309d-d0b0-49c5-a8a3-f55faedda088","description":"#1 of Sonnets","content":" **_Moon Flowers_**  \n**_2013 by Eldyran_**\n\n_Style: Elizabethan sonnet_\n\n_Verse: Iambic pentameter_\n\n_Lines:14_\n\n_Rhyme Scheme: ab, ab, cd, cd, ef, ef, gg_\n\nIs there no dream lovelier from bypast?\n\nDoes any memory compare as pure?\n\nTo gaze upon a garden unsurpassed\n\nAt its center, a golden jackal fur.\n\n  \n\nAs dew drops glisten over lily stems\n\nSlender paws snip and prune under moonlight.\n\nHer gaze is rapt; eyes like glittering gems\n\nBut not for me; perhaps the cruelest bite.\n\n  \n\nHer form is tight; her bosom supple still\n\nHer muzzle bunched with concentration stern.\n\nThe night is endless, moon entrenched by will\n\nAnd yet a flower I am not; I yearn.\n\n  \n\nTo feel her paws soft, tending gardens mine\n\nAlas I wait, forlorn, forever pine.\n\n  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Sonnets","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/576107-the-secret-dance-of-two-male-cetaceans.json"}}