poetry

Like a torn part of adire

I almost stepped on this pretty piece

But I stopped right at the precipice

To admire the torn clothing

Cut to look like half a kite

The paatterns so real, so nice

With clear pink lines like

Woops and loops and two dark holes like

Darkened eyes of a granny

I smiled- it twitched

I touched- it flinched

I kicked and it fluttered and flew

And ran away like a butterfly would do

Its silky feathers and gaudy patterns

It looked like an overgrown largish moth.

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