i

nevermind the size
of this planet
have a look in the
garden

or indeed
on our ceiling..
a tiny perfect butterfly
splayed against

the window of
no particular hue..
a wasp type
moved in

head slams me
on occassion
where a light
would be..

lots of happy wet
slugs
purposeful
centipedes..

an armoured soul
not changed
from ever
and days

when altogether
with the flies
and mosquito
and so on..

and now a new
cat
called stewart
no end..