Parallel our wending, our arcs
Giddy tracking the bloomed heights.
Only on our side gets in the way
What for footing balks and blights.
Whose eye of roving further strays
More that larkspur magnifies!
On lady beetles too, sorry -
My jealous butterflies!
However is this casement-rattling
Burly outfitted bee *
Not himself an encroaching student
Of Anthropology?
* wasp
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