Bug•i

little-moth
 
From sea Wall,

I

~fly~
 
 
away home

–word bound—

(tongue-tied)

a Lady

bugged

(hands tied)

as flying

beetles so often are…

a moth

bee-lining

an LCD

glow

that incinerates

(ebb tide)

soothing without saturation

I skitter…

pragmatically eating worms

(caterpillars)

seeding butterflies…

©Karen Robiscoe

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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