CAMERA BUGS
The white butterflies flighty, flights, a black dot on inside wings
Monarchs putting on a show, rarely poses, giving a rare appearance
The brown and orange beauty loves sweet syrup and nectar
Holding in it’s wing tightly his beautiful secrets of hidden colors
Thousands of butterflies posing, teasing, when I don’t have my camera
The yellow Swallowtails have too many with beaten wings, lost tails
In my environmental garden of love, the butterflies are my angels
Some of the grasshoppers have red inside wings, only shown in flight
The green and yellow caterpillars are brave fellows, blindly they cling
Awaiting their metamorphosis, weaving cocoons, on a journey to fly
Posing, prosing, in poise, the wasps are brave fellows, carrying stingers
My big bumbling bees, blindly crash in my window, calling me outside
The Japanese beetles, munching on my rare blue roses, eating my pets
Refusing to use seven chemicals to kill them or it will destroy, kill rare flies
Hauling buckets of water mixed with soap, to slide them off instead
Beautiful yellow finches, shy, stand on my tallest flowers, posing colors
The bugs, birds, and bees, flowers, trees, clouds, weeds always posing
When we camera bugs, don’t have our camera
The blue rose Scribes by hand Written July 27, 2007 3rd draft Key stroked
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-08-11 08:59:44
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