Butterfly Sausage

~ Butterfly Sausage ~

As we watch butterflies
flutter towards the August sun,
it's easy to imagine their wings

turned to toast; their bodies,

shriveled to small sausages.

Our appetites stirred,
we get undressed,
have each other for breakfast, which,

as everyone knows, 

is the most important meal of the day.

D.B. Tompsett

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We have fishflies

They land on the anywhere and die, transparent withered wings and bodies. Hmmmm... ~A~