a white lawn—
less and less cherry petals
on the trees


sunny morning—
under a tree ants build
a new anthill


may afternoon—
with cockchafer* in his beak
the blackbird struts

        
two butterflies—
a cabbage butterfly
and his shadow

    
an old tree—
through the leaves I see
pigeons in the nest


trapped—
fly, butterfly, grasshopper
in one spider web
    

blackcurrant bushes—
so many ladybirds
on its leaves

    
chaffing song—
jumping from branch to branch
a pair of birds

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