It has been so long since I have written anything.
Now I wonder is there anything?
The black and white moths(or butterflies)have landed.
They are at the end of gravel driveways.
They congregate on dirt roads near new-born puddles
Never have I seen them salt and pepper.
I wonder if they have prejudices?
Why do they muddle around?
Are they eating or are they archeologists?
It’s like when I see mourning doves
panhandling the grains, pebbles, and stones for something…
I have no idea what that something is for either species.
beautiful jerry – love the black and white moths at the end of gravel driveways – great image
(p.s. do you mean prejudice instead of predudices?)
Spellcheck would be a good tool to appropriate.