Daughter

I am the daughter of the elf owl
wandering past gleaming stars
in the night,
Capturing the night and turning
it into day.
I fly back into my small and cozy
nest in a wall of thorns.
I may be small in size, but inside
I am wandering off into the night
bathing in the gleam of stars always
the merry wanderer of the night.

I am the daughter of a howling coyote,
caller of the moon.
I rush past the rainbow sunset
to the moon where I belong.
I dance around the moon’s shadows
and silvery light, happy to be where
I belong.
The light turns blue
when it combs through
my buttery brown fur.

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Erica Rong, age 10
San Francisco, California
Commodore Sloat School
Teacher: Susan Terence