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Butterfly.......or

It was a typical autumnal day 

the sun was shining,

the last insects, 

of the dying summer months, 

frantically buzzed around, 

gathering whatever.   

In the prelude to either hibernation, 

possibly followed by 

metamorphism or death.

He wondered 

should he sleep tonight,

what would the morrow bring ?

Awakenings of a new 

and more challenging existence,

or yet another dread filled day. 

As the nightmare dragged on.

Metamorphosis or death ?

Butterfly or....

Moth?

Giajl © Jim Love