two insect asides

the movement I saw
from the corner of my eye
was a black-spot white-winged
cabbage butterfly

it flew lazy above
the red-flower bed
fluttered toward pink
then went mauve instead

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the bees on the bottlebrush
are in a love affair
erotically they’re rubbing
sticky stamens everywhere

but like any common drunkard
it’s staggering to see
an infatuated fool release
a spray of boozed-bee wee

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© Frank Prem, 2014