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Friday, August 19, 2011

An ode to the night bugs

Secada singing in the trees,
lightning bugs swarm beneath.

June bugs flinging into the fans,
watch out, no one knows where they'll land!

Moths, you great fuzzy friends,
the light, your fixation, makes you fry.

I love you all, my night companions,
to listen and watch, but mind the interaction!

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