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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