Lazy seems the sun today helped aloft by a flight of pelicans in formation like B-52s returning to safe haven after a sortie Inland they go with the gulls during this calm before the storm The smell of a slowly swelling angry sea awakened drowning out the roses by the garden path soon to be scattered petals across the village The morning calm belies the night to come.
Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which may be the chosen spot. No toad spy you, Hovering bird of prey pass by you; Spin and die, To live again a butterfly.