Cat and butterfly:
The cat wants to fly also
(Or at least eat it).
Short sleeved shirt weather;
Colors are starting to turn.
The rasp of dry leaves.
Leaf falls to the ground;
Hundreds of moist leaves await
Untouched by the breeze.
A pool of wetness
Glistens beneath mottled trees.
Mirror in the woods.
Holy milkweed plant
Stands pockmarked in the sunshine--
Some creature's breakfast.
Still the woods are still;
Sunlight falls through the green leaves
And makes not a sound.
Feather in the grass
Trembles with the passing car
Its owner long flown.
Dead leaves on a tree
Far outnumber the living.
When will they fall?
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