Collecting damp grass
clippings on her hands,
sweet Patience cartwheels
into the clear
evening, and nods to
the butterfly circle.
Wise, they may be,
she knows, but excessively
fond of treacle. Eyeing
their clutter of clumsy wings,
she says, to herself:
“And it shows.”
In their gossipy klatsch,
the mavens sip tea,
while catching their friends
telling lies.
Fluttering, feigning, reluctant
to reveal what each knows
is her own thin disguise,
they reign over the lawn,
where Patience is
yawning, stretched out
beneath a ring of
portly lepidopterans.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: public domain
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