Butterflies and Theories

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Butterfly flying about the colonial garden. Whitall House, Red Bank Battlefield. ©️Merril D. Smith, 2020

Look, there!

A butterfly

flits from bloom to bloom, she

flaps her wings, and you stand still

watching–

thus, missing the snake in the grass

who slithers by unseen.

No step, no bite-

random

           

changes,

chaos theory,

nothing predetermined–

the comet races by, but still

you see

the comma tail, inviting a

sequence. What will come next?

So, you wonder,

what if?

 

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A snake slithered across the path in front of me at Red Bank Battlefield Park.

 

I decided to have a bit of fun with Colleen’s poet choice challenge,which must be some sort of syllabic poetry. I wrote a double butterfly cinquain to joke about the butterfly effect. 😏

I’m also linking this to dVerse’s Open Link Night, which of course, was last night, but that’s how I roll these days.