Butter-Flii

 

Butterflii

 

I sit and watch from across the river

a tiny thing land on the shore

amidst the fog,

through a slicing wind that slits the leaves from their trees,

whips them wildly in violent, swirling tornadoes.

the water is not calm or beautiful,

it reeks of mud and dead fish.

it lashes against the shore with sticky fingers

clawing at the pebbles to claim their lives.

I sit and watch from across the river

a tiny thing land on the shore.

a wolf peers through the bushes,

snarls in hunger and deadly greed-

white eyes look back at me,

he drools and begs but disappears.

a sound screams from within the green darkness,

some machine not made from there.

birds spread across the sky to warn the others

as a tree falls to its death.

there is death somewhere…

or

a loss that won’t be found-

a blow…

a heavy blow among the trees.

I sit and watch from across the river

a tiny thing land on the shore

through the fog, the wind and destruction,

it kisses gently the slimy stone.

with wings of powerless flight-

of radiant metallic blue,

it wisps along its way taking nothing with it but beautiful things-

fighting faintly the leaves and the wind.

it zig zags above the dampness, along the shore and into the trees-

into the green abyss where teeth and blades reign with might-

leaving nothing but a silken trail

 

Jaz

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