butterfly follows
the scent and hue of flowers
feast on zinnia
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I was excited to find three small, black swallowtail caterpillars on the dill in my garden last week. By Friday there was only one and on Saturday that one was gone too. The cycle of life, sigh.
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striped caterpillar
swept away by feathered foe
nature provides fare
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does the robin cry
tears of sorrow upon the
loss of small blue eggs
caterpillar lies
beneath pussy willow leaves
secret hiding place
tiny shoots appear
dependent on summer rain
trusting in sun’s warmth
raindrops ponding on
petals of a red poppy
like precious gemstones
the mocking bird sings
in imitation only
where is her own song