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The Butterflies Dance - Whitney

~The Butterflies Dance~ (A Double Whitney) The sun is so warm and nice there is cheer everywhere cause spring has sprung one more time and winter so cold is now gone. The robins have returned and the hibiscus and the roses bloom again to my delight Now I see butterflies dance. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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Black Bird and Midnight Butterfly

There she sits, a "Black Bird on a wire"
On wings repose "she sings of light"
 "Broken People" gather beneath her 
People who have seen the "Faces of Storm"
Accused, Yet "guilty of innocence"
I become an "Unaware Witness"
"Forever by your side" I will remain
Perhaps you can teach me "the art of understanding"
For you let the "Butterfly Rise" with grace
One of many "miraculous secrets"
After all these years "I am still waiting"
Searching for answers "behind cryptic doors"

I sit in the silence of "Solitude's Embrace"
Leaving me with more "Observations of ponder"
The dark was such a "Seductive Predator"
Why do I feel alone, is it a symptom of "my lacking"?
You my dear Blackbird- you are "Prettiness Defined"
"The Sowing" yours, it defines you.
"Yesterday you were my Garden"
Together we discussed many "painstaking views" 
I remember taking a breath, "bewildered of all you emanate"
"Black Bird on a wire" tell me your secrets!
As I look into your eyes, our "hearts converse"
"I want to know" am I really here?
A"Midnight Butterfly" Beating my wings for you
"Make Love to Me"

Let us fly to the sky, "Discovering Forever"
On our way to "a reachable happiness".

It is done!

Thanks to those who contributed

Mystic Rose
Kim Patrice Nunez
John Lawless
Jan Allison
Broken Wings
M.L. Kiser
Rotten Apple
Catie Lindsey
Debbie Guzzi
Eve Roper
Yanny Widjanarko
Cecilia Macfarlane
Tim Smith
FJ Thomas
Casarah Nance (special honor, part of title!)
Peter Duggan
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Julia Ward
Eileen Manassian 

Eileen sent a soup mail with her title "Make Love to Me".
Our Queen of Passion was trying to stump me.:0)
I think it adds a bit of ooh la la!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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Beyond The Garden Gate

Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.

My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.

Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.

While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.

Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Spring's Rebirth

As winter's icy talons release their grip,
Leaving behind a landscape barren brown,
Spring waltzes in and proceeds to strip,
Winter of her tattered, lifeless gown,
Replacing it with green and floral crown.

Golden sunlight thaws the frigid earth,
Flora of a thousand kind burst into bloom.
Nature comes alive in glorious rebirth,
Extinguishing winter's boorish gloom,
And infusing the air with sweet perfume.

Butterflies take flight from their cocoons,
Spreading wings of red, blue and gold.
Warbling birds let loose a merry tune,
While building nests, their eggs to hold.
How marvelous to watch new life unfold!

What joy it is to be alive,
To feel spring's sunshine on your face,
To live, to love, to dream, to thrive,
As spring assumes her proper place,
Wrapping us in her warm embrace.

For Francine Roberts
Spring English Quintain contest.

Copyright © Kim Merryman

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Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs

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Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force

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Notice thou not the filling of the branches, Green leaves and colored petals teeming with life, As winter departs and springtime advances Announced carefree aloft by birds with no strife In high pitched melodies, like Soldier and fife. From the hammocks of springtime all is quite well, With showers and sunlight new life doth now spring As bees pollinate and sleep doth befell, And gentle breezes give sway to lovers who swing Like the cadence of a bride, to bouquet she doth cling. Notice thou not the filling of the branches Winter's harsh beating winds now replaced, By watercolors splashed across sky's canvas Overlooking butterflies and love scenes chaste Old Man Winter has departed, his chill now displaced. Writen 4/16/2014 for the, "A Spring Day in English Quintain"Poetry contest.

Copyright © Michael Wegman

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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Beautiful Springtime - Trolaan

 ~Beautiful Springtime~

 Beautiful first spring day
 Bountiful sun then may rain
 Be happy spring comes after winter too
 Bright sunshine glows like golden grain

 Enticing spring is here again at last
 Enchanting sights of so much beauty and renewal
 Every ray of sun illuminates everything so fast
 Entire sky is now so blue like a precious jewel

 Now new and wonderful changes after winter and snow
 Nurturing beauty of spring is such a sight
 Nosegays and roses buds see them all grow
 Nice time to relax and enjoy the spring night

 On and on my Master has created spring for us all
 Orchids, roses, tulips and so many beautiful things to enjoy
 Ocean and mountains during spring season stand tall
 Outside there's a wonderful weather for all girls and boys.

 Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000


'Trolan' is a poetry style created by Valerie Peterson Brown.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane

Copyright © john beharry

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An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare

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Sweep, old lady, sweep away
the tin
and dust
of the day
breath as the sun sighs and
settles into the
consider the satellites as they
come back
gather the children on the
wide fields you have
Sleep, old lady, come Monday
and dream

Copyright © Michael Miers

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the butterfly bee

floats like butterfly                                                                                               nectar's birds of a feather                                                                                               but looks like a bee                  *                                                                            *                                          - Hemaris tityus, the Narrow-bordered Bee Hawk-moth

Copyright © John Beam

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I talked to trees about you. 
I told them “don’t they importunate.”
“I texted you already”
I miss you every day.
Will tell you I need to do something
Once upon a time in a faraway mountain
Speaking in a language
Only the wind and lost people understood
A group of trees stood

I told them “I usually talk to someone every day”.
It’s a big change to be in this mountain
And they the trees said
“So why don’t you talk to him everyday”
I told him “he is far”.
And the trees said “but you are still far”
I told tree “yes it’s both the same being far”
But here in this mountain I am not free
So this is a big change for me

So the trees said 
“You can still talk to him”
“We will bring your thoughts”
“And let it cross to oceans”
“Until your memory matches”
But I said if I keep thinking I might suffer
And I might run to cross the ocean myself
And the trees said “when we too feel this we pray to our maker”
“Because trees practice patience too”

I told them that I know that, but I thank them for reminding me.
I also told them “that because we talked everyday for a long time.”
I can be patient not to talk to him for a long time because God gave me that as a gift in advance.
So patience is just a small payment for this silence.
So I am calm already.
I told them “he loves trees too”
And he used to climb mountains when he was younger.
So they like you too

I also told them that you got your back pain from trotting the hills
So they told me “when you come back home talk to him about us”
They said “tell him we kept you company”
“And we tried not to let our twigs and branches fall on your hut when the wind is strong”
I also told them that you have lectures about trees.
And they drooled over it.

One tree said “oh he seems to be a good guy”
I told them you are pretty too.
There are many trees there.
Some of them have holes in the middle.
Wounds made from fighting between the military and the freedom fighters
But they stand still oblivious to their surrounding and their predicament

They are as tall as three to four storey buildings.
And they are thick while some have hollow centers
Ah trees have seen so many things
I hope they didn’t get tired of my staring
With my niqab they can see my eyes so tired

I have to sleep.
We will talk again tomorrow
The durian there is creamy
Gift of Allah to those who can’t go home.
In the month of Ramadan
I sleep and tomorrow we talked.

23 April 2014

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

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Spring Is So Beautiful - Whitney

~Spring Is So Beautiful~ Whitney) Beautiful morning of spring air is warm butterflies fly from flowers to flower they show their beautiful colors. Spring is so beautiful and today is the perfect day to take walk around the park and enjoy the views we see! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.27.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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Spring Rules

    Written for the contest
A Spring Day In English Quintain

The Butterfly Mattress Co.

The day, I started this job
Of course you'd consider me GREEN
So I had to be trained by Bob
first on the Kings, then Queens
Using the BUTTERFLY Mattress machine.

First time I put in a SPRING
Another popped out of a seam
It caught on to Bobs wedding ring
And boy, he let out a scream
While I shut down the Butterfly Mattress machine

Mr. BIRD, the Owner and Chief
Immediately showed on the seen
Expressed a moment of grief
And after that moment ,he deemed
He LOVED the Butterfly Mattress machine

So Bob was made to retire
And no longer a part of the team
And his job is what I've acquired
But I'm careful to watch all the seams
While operating The Butterfly Mattress Machine

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis

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There are clouds in the sky spell
Streaks quiet and fairly impressive
The sun rises in the morning to come
Later came the dark screaming like babies
Never to bald the forest-hood
Think of the flying wings that lead
The small forest in a silent call
The green tree foliage is in destiny
My beautiful garden is pretty cheerful
bright and daring beautiful
the flowers propose with unfading color
I am visiting my garden this morning
my lips trembled cold and chilling

Copyright © Neldy Jolo

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For Spring to Come

For Spring to Come
For spring to come we can hardly wait;                           		                     In every part of it want to participate; 					       Hear birds sing as flowers start to grow                                                        Watch fine fields while they will flow.

Leaves turned green which were brown; 				          And spring showers started falling down, 				         With water that eventually by now brings                                                        Born butterflies soon with beautiful wings.

Sun will start shining more each day
Pretty soon clouds are passing away;                                                               Sky becomes Carolina blue and clear, 					         After all of gray color did disappear.

A while now, nearby, spring has been,				                While we always wanted to see it again; 				          So silently spring surely started to fade;				 Summer was here as we sat in the shade.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Need your comments, criticism, thoughts and ideas.
I am entering it into a poetry contest at local library.

Copyright © James Horn

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Summer Days

Summer Days Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Hear birds, see the butterflies, and heather. Summer season brings us very hot weather. There is fun and lots of sun altogether. Enjoy sunshine very bright for most part. Summer days brings us very hot weather But the days cool down 'gain when it depart. Written: September.25.2014 Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo Contest: one new Triolet

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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The Butterfly and The Hummingbird

" The Butterfly and The Hummingbird ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Are So Beautiful Among The Flowers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Can Mesmerize Me For Hours

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, When Sighted - Opens Observation Towers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Seem To Climb Upon Air Ladders

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both,  Have Their Own Unique, Exquisite Patterns

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Seem To Remind Us of What Really Matters

Tho' One's Ballet Is Languid-Soft 
and One Propels The Wind In Place Aloft

One Delights In Dances  / As One - Sweet Nectar Devours
Still, Both Are Delicate and Refreshing As Mist Showers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Have Made Our Flowerbeds, Their Bowers

The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, A Sensation-Creation - Not Ours

Because The Butterfly and The Hummingbird
Both, Came From Almighty GOD's (Let There Be Light) Powers!

       Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/4/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady

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The birdsong orchestra tunes up
The dancers await their cue
Suddenly, the musical sound erupts
Each butterfly knowing what to do

First they stand and flutter their wings
Like a ballerina with a straight stance
As one, in formation, they launch 
themselves into a twist and twirl dance.

The ooh's and aah's of the watchers
As a myriad of colour floats by
In and out of the flower bed
To visit each one, they will try

Drinking out of the flowers
Gives them energy anew
A spiral flight towards heaven
Was the finale to view

Summertime  brings us so much fun
Butterflies and birds to watch and listen to 
Flowers showing off their colours
Then comes Autumn with pleasures anew

Penned 26 September 2013 by Seren Roberts


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If by thoughts alone

The wind moves us
Even if accidentally or unwillingly
I love a great slab of life along with an extended slake of thirst
I love that there is an intense need to curl into a shell
When others spell out life by computer chips

I am the antediluvian agency
I occasionally get mobile via bivalves
Or tricuspid consistency
Due to my mammalian genetics
As I watch the kinetic possibilities of moss
Determined as a scientist with fingers made of air

Now the trees sing in a special aria

I love your face
It's ridiculous with all its perfections
You simper
At the thought of this 
Which makes you even more free and worn comfortably 
Around the edges
I join in when possible
Landscapes reheat me to the core

Love Watts Geothermal and Kernels of the 5th dimension

Copyright © dennis sheffer

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''Under Green Leaves, Dripping'' Hexsonnetta

~~ A glass wing butterfly, so very gossamer; A rainforest treasure, she looks up to the sky; And away she will fly, in deep dark rapture. Small frogs of the forest, the bright, colourful hue; Sweet, they play in the dew, on green they like to rest; Oh, they are the sweetest, and there! Hummingbird blue. Small creatures all gripping, under green leaves, dripping. ______________ August 16, 2015 HexSonetta (Iambic Trimeter) For the contest, The HexSonnetta, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich Fifth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

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The Call of Spring

The birds sit on the willow;
The sun peeps from the sky.
Downstream the noisy rivers flow,
And busy ants scurry by.

A butterfly with rainbow color
Runs wildly as a vine - 
Passing o're the flowers
In paths of strange designs.

The flower trees are bending:
Smiling to the rain.
Gigantic trees are mending;
And summer dawns again.

Copyright © Patrick Carpen

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Blue Butterfly

blue butterfly
dark night sky.

Crystal wings
dance of joy
Wings spread wide
make me beautiful

flying town
under bridge.
shimmery stars
gazing moon,

blue butterfly
dark night sky.

a dream
makes no sound.
can't be seen.
just flies.
flies to the moon

blue butterfly
dark night sky.

spectrum glimmering
dance on the wind
my heart flutters,
touching sky flying high

Copyright © anita sharma

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Home is where the butterfly goes;
Somewhere no one may ever know.

Home is where the sparrow flies;
A nest in softest shadows hides.

Home is where an old man can die
In peace.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley

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~Blessings~ (Free Verse) This morning I took a walk Outside was so very warm Nice would be the word to use With the sun in all its form Around me, the air so fresh Everything looked so good I just savored my cup of tea And thanked God, yes, I did For everything He does For the birds everyday I hear And for the butterflies I see fly This fine morning, so very clear I thank God, for all his Love And all his bleesings, from above. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 April.24.2015
~ In God I Trust! ~

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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Amazing Little Bird

Amazing little Bird

So beautiful it is
Moving free as solid floats
Jumping from grass to glee
Always beside the green
The butterfly flutters by…

Her colors lighten the world
So bright and so pretty
Tailed to the rainbow
To freshen the sky
The butterfly flutters by…

Her movement as travelling water
She is the amazing little bird
Singing to her is lovely
Though she’s got no voice
The butterfly flutters by…

She is the best sky life
Keeping me alive in fresh breath
She makes the parks 
And combines souls
The butterfly flutters by…

She lives to my serve
She inspires my desires
So when the sky is dark
And the rains drop from high
I’ll always thank the butterfly

Copyright © Joachim Amoako

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Tranquil Undergrowth

      Tranquil Undergrowth  

Tranquil Undergrowth so slowly grows
And hides the tiny timeless leaves of life
Arrows spring forth on sunlight bows
Joined by birds of green and white in flight
Piercing bursting life into the light

Golden butterflies glisten in the new suns birth
Untangling night from day
From covered secrets in the earth
Where sacred is the spot to pray
And love comes out to play

Winged Spring bursts forth in cosmic splendor
To breathe the world to life
What joy to find you at your door
So beautiful and nice
As we explore together loves every spice 

Tranquil undergrowth so slowly grows from the earth
And hides so quietly the tiny timeless leaves of life
Now we have our time for playful mirth and worth
In pools of warmer waters that ease our strife
Where you remain my lovely wife 


Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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haiku 9: shootings

     haiku 9: shootings

the birds were chirping---
butterflies played in the air;
then there was gunfire.

Copyright © millard lowe