Wings of
filigreed fripperies & frilly lace,
Tiny
little features & wild bug-eyed face,
Of
hardened nut-shell, twig, stick & leaf,
Hiding
quietly beneath petal´s furled sheaf.
Flitting,
droning, buzzing, creeping, flying,
Or
softly as moonlight upon breezes, sighing,
Velvet
talcumed wings, of butterfly & moth,
Small
dainty creatures, spun in satin cloth.
Spiny,
ugly, barbing, with proboscis stinging,
Buzzing past
hued rainbows, swiftly winging,
With antennas,
feelers, smooth, hard or hairy,
Spiders webbed,
vermin, deemed always scary.
Weaving,
building tiny nests & silken secret webs,
A place to
bury eggs & to hide their tiny heads,
Keeping away,
from man´s swat, slap & boot,
Human’s whim
decided, by debate & unfair moot.
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