The bloated opal moon, in black sapphire sky, nudges diamond stars.
I stretch my greedy arms, to seize the stellar jewels,
To snatch the ruby leaves off trees, like coins of gypsy gold.
I'll steal the screech owl's eyes of onyx and use them as my own.
On pilfered silver wings I'll fly into the night, my treasure chest.

Dawn Stanton is a freelance writer and graduate student in a literary nonfiction program. She resides in Portland, Oregon. To contact her, email dastant6@aol.com.