INSECTS, BUTTERFLY'S AND BIRDS
It's only the multitude of altitude,That lets caterpillars turn into butterfly's.
When they see bees and birds take flight,
To build there nest.
Glowworms and fireflies light up nighttime
Skies.
Snakes on the ground I have found,
Shed there skin but for there sins.
They never grow wings just sliver around,
On the ground beneath our feet.
Do mice think their going bat's,
When they dream of flying,
While chasing after cat's.
Does the lowly worm that I found.
Dream of going to piccadilly,
On the underground.
If all the insects, animals and critters,
Thought that all mankind was going extinct.
Do you think they would try to save us,
Or pop into the pub and have another drink.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-04-17 at 01:32
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