Playful old puppies,
She frolics, he gently paws—
Love in furry coats.
One’s caterpillar
Nature must die to give birth
To the butterfly.
A basement cricket
Competing with my daydreams,
Who is more alive?
Soft chirping chorus,
Surrounding blanket of sound, Covering silence.
[Rich Note: Another correlated sequence from Chapter I, "In the Beginning Was the Word," of "Out of My Mind and Back to My Senses" (OOMM).]
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