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The Daring Ones - March 26, 2024

in a flock of mourning doves

spooked into a tornado of flapping feathers

one doesn’t move


then there’s that butterfly   powered

by those fragile fall-apart wings

that today  lands on my finger


my pond’s tiger-koi hovers in front

of the other fish   his mob-boss face

challenges me as I approach


just like us   nature has its bold

its risktakers who don’t run

from fear so easily


the few that want

to change their designation

that don’t fit into prey or predator


and if they were in Mr. Darwin’s class

would probably be the ones

throwing spitballs at him

when his back was turned


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