Monarchs

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By Albert Ahearn

With trusting innocence we’ve played with nets and jars amid a field of muted rustling blooms that yield Their subtle breaths of perfumed air where milkweed monarch’s foraged there. They were the prize and preference of youth and trusting innocence. Inexpertness with nets gave flight elusiveness till next alight on efflorescence’s afield Sedulity kept our eyes peeled on tawny-orange and black, large wings in hopes we would be capturing these lovely regal butterflies with gauzy wings and very spry.

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