Striped Butterfly Glides By
Soaking up the sun's rays this morning, loving my flowers in oranges and pinks, I look up as a striped butterfly glides around two bushes, and swirls around my chair, pirouetting prettily. She is not fearful in the least, possibly believing me to be a statue. A bird makes a chirp sound; only one which seems odd. The sky is as blue as it can be. An unusual beeping sound comes toward me rapidly from my right. It is my cat, Shark. Has he possibly learned at new sound that sounds like a beep to lure cardinals to their death? It is definitely a beep.
striped butterfly glides
an unknown bird chirps
crazy beep from cat
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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