Royalty in Flight
Minuscule inchworm creatureverdure question mark
clinging to a flopping leaf
tumbling groundward
has no more a clue than I
in less than time for him to die,
or her, no telling to my child's eye,
metamorphed, as poets say,
bowed, took it's leave and flew away,
as Monarch butterfly.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 22:09
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