Thursday Rhymes 12.11.15

Pheasants walk half hidden in bushes and mist
looking for food at dawn,
one of the seven sisters scratches and preens
still not out of sleep’s clutches
a butterfly sits in a patch of sunshine
drying his dew soaked wings
be careful pretty one
the predators are hungry after a night long fast.

Have a great day!

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