As the birds prepared for summer fare,
The bugs came to their aid.
And butterflies, this year’s new share,
Lit down in wind-streaked shade.
For at the bottom of the flower plot,
Where dandelions spilled their seed,
Lay bits of filmy spider’s web--
Caught in the sun-catcher’s reeds.
From these, Sir Bird and his good Lady
Hung signs to guide the mirth,
While butterflies helped bend the leaves
And pinned soft webs to earth.
They gilded the glade with wisps of weave,
To mark the season’s days,
And birth the good that spring conceived,
From winter’s shadowed plays.
Mari, 2016
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