Caterpillar wonders about wings
a flappy thing for a melty day
(temps got above freezing for the first time in a couple weeks!)
Night lifts her wings to end a long summer day
here comes the spirit of high summer. They were supposed to have wings but I was really tired. Maybe the wings are just folded up tight for landing.
Apparently I’m just a half step away from painting waifs with big eyes on black velvet. Who knew.