A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Friday, February 17, 2023

nature study

Butterflies eat hate,
so
when you see them, 
that's what they're doing. 

They also perform an 
important natural function 
in the wild,
but 
it's kind of hard to talk 
about 

embarrassing

much of the time
we must study the effect
of nature in our souls, or else 
it's hard to get lost.
 
Birds eat whatever's 
not too hard, plus beak 
-sized. Their bird-noise 
is considered the music 
humanity grew up to 

They taught us that, but 
they failed to learn the 
chicken lesson

Some souls are just
too pure. Feathers 
- that's the tipoff.

A soul is
the damage
a body inflicts 
on the spirit 
inhabiting it

so, 
sure. 
we should
expect some effects here
& there. 

Bears eat garbage. 
Don't let them. It's 
our job to stop bears 
eating garbage 

that's our garbage 

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