Sep 5, 2006
Late Night Haiku XVI
By Timothy R. Butler | Posted at 23:5:2
XXXXIV. Tattered, it flutters,
“Is this all there was for me?”
Quoth the butterfly.
XXXXV. Late summer evening,
Not as musical as before,
Bugs sing their last songs.
XXXXVI. Was it yesterday,
That summer's joy passed by me,
While I looked elsewhere?
