The Moon creeps its way across the sky
Stars crowd around it
Praying they can catch glimpse of its beauty

The dewy-eyed doe stops to stalk the Moon
Her gaze is stuck on it

Longing tears through her heart
She wants to reach the Moon
She wants to touch it 
To feel it
To simply speak to it

Her mind fills with these thoughts
Doubts nag at her
She can’t possibly get there
What’ll she even say? 

They all spiral in her head
Wrapping her in both excitement and fear 

That is until a lone crow shatters her stare for a split second
Black wings streak across the face of the Moon
Enough time for her to look down

A sparkling pool wraps her hooves
And for the first time she sees her reflection
Her eyes shine back at her 
Her coat glows against the cold forest
Her being is a thing of beauty itself

And for the first time she realizes
She does not need the moon