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from gloriana casey
So lovely is the chrysalis
soon turned to butterfly.
Salina has them in her yard;
so envious am I.
Although, I’ve something in my yard
that brings amazement too,
but only in the dark of night
it does what it will do.
My harbinger of spring has sprung.
No graceful butterfly.
Last night it woke me from my dreams
to burn the lips and eye!
The polecat cometh now to mate
in February–March.
I woke up gagging from the smell;
my throat? Oh parch, parch parch!
Remarkable, that spray you shoot,
from six to ten long feet!
When hills were burning, all aflame,
we had our first strange meet.
So dark it was, I thought you were
a lovely kitty queen.
You walked from right, I from the left,
our meet? We both did scream!
You ran one way—I opposite,
like gunslingers, we turned.
Your face was sweet, in peace you stared,,
a Nature lesson learned.
A fire brought you to my life;
your diet? Garden snail.
Green gardener you are now to me,
and so I end our tale.
Except this morning I must say,
whole house—it truly stunk!
In spring, there’s something in the air;
oh yes, it is the skunk!
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from gloriana casey
So lovely is the chrysalis
soon turned to butterfly.
Salina has them in her yard;
so envious am I.
Although, I’ve something in my yard
that brings amazement too,
but only in the dark of night
it does what it will do.
My harbinger of spring has sprung.
No graceful butterfly.
Last night it woke me from my dreams
to burn the lips and eye!
The polecat cometh now to mate
in February–March.
I woke up gagging from the smell;
my throat? Oh parch, parch parch!