A butterfly just robbed a bank. At once
The effects are felt in Cleveland, and the jars
Of homemade pickles aging in my fridge
Advertise the consequences. Good luck
That I was weeding frontally at the time.
Deforestation? Maybe, but the choice
Is stash the butterflies in solitude.
Frappe´ their nectar. Give them leafy bunks.
But do not risk Tibet on keeping straight
Your sofa cushions or the coffee mugs.
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