“The Windowsill”

Dead hornet, legs folded,
Wings ignominiously jutting toward the ceiling,
Yellow stripes upon a brown-black background
Nevermore shall it sting.

Baby catterpillar suspended upon a twig,
As if clinging to dear life.
Its fuzzy fur accumulating in dull clumps.
Nevermore shall it crawl.

Indistinct mass of blobs and wings,
Legs entangled as if in a sacred last rite.
Enveloped in soft grey mold, their eternal rest,
Nevermore shall they soar.

Soft beige moth with brown wing spots,
Body writhing, legs twitching,
Ebony eyes slowly unfocusing,
Nevermore.

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