Supernatural

With nothing to lose

The spider dives for freedom

Like a kite.  Soaring.

 

In the long, damp grass,

But longing for the river

The frog sits.  Waiting.

 

On a proud, tall rose

The butterfly lands, briefly.

Then it leaves.  Flitting.

 

On the broken fence

In the deep down damp, the shade.

Woodlice sit.  Hiding.

 

Like another world

That’s there when you look closely.

Supernatural.

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