Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Nothing Valentine

It snatched that lizard
So quick and gone
I almost couldn’t see
 
What bird it was
But it was the mockingbird
Its splayed wing gave it away
 
The lizard had just emerged
From its crack in the wall
I had just noticed it
 
As it stopped to sniff the breeze
Which had finally returned
What a beautiful day it thought
 
Two butterflies were playing tag
Another sat sunning on a leaf calmly
Refueling as if nothing were new

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