Predators
Twin spots on the back of a butterfly
resemble eyes. I know this
to be a trick of nature,
a protection against predators;
nevertheless, I sense
their intensity. Sometimes
they rest, indifferent,
but more often they accuse:
liar, cheat, fraud.
I wonder what they are afraid of.
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I love that. Great poem so honest.