Orange Newt

A magical encounter

I met an orange newt
In the shale barrens —
Outside of his usual habitat.
I touched him gently, and he stayed.

I wished then I could shake his paw;
Perhaps one day I will — when I can shape‑shift.
Indeed, it will be the most amazing feeling —
His pearly eyes would look into mine.

For now, we part ways:
He goes off into his magic world,
And I into mine —
Until we meet again.