Friday, October 8, 2010

The Monarch

The Monarch

The saddest thing I saw today

Was a monarch: on the ground he lay.

A thing of beauty, orange and black

But there he was, flat on his back.

Walking by on the street

Black and orange BOB came within feet.

We thought it sad until

We realized not one but two lay still.

These kings of flight

Entwined in a last good night.

What cruel world is this

To cast such creatures amiss?

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