Saturday, September 18, 2010


Butterflies enjoying defecation;
Copious, bright wings flapping fecal matter
Onto patterns that consist of yellow,
Orange and gold – morphed into a dirty brown.

Aposematism without evolution –
Finding mimicry in what’s around them;
Eyespots rendered different and distinct
As if by some ironic accident.

Strawberry odors masked in acrid musk;
A rosebush pokes hard with its prickly thorns;
Their only friends remain the dandelions
For white tops may always join the wind.

The butterflies view clean, green caterpillars
Chewing holes through apples and consider how
Spring days in the cocoon have disappeared
Leaving metamorphosis a reverie.

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