The Locals

Remnants of thunder
perky forked tails
black and white flutters
visit the trees
a soft breeze and misty clouds
a fortune for me
pink flowers on stilts
form an unfinished globe
home for
endless forms
yellow and black fliers
with bold and gentle wings
small alien eyes
concentrate
focus
intensely
on the prize
diversity calls
in the flickering leaves
repetitive, redundant
unique
but the same
the locals are
cavorting
on a light
stormy day.

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