day By Day

Poem By James McLain

A little eye not made by man.
All woman seem to have.
Available to none our honey bees.
Clinging to my window butterflies.

If only screens were made back then,
rewound beyond tomorrow comes.
Voices heard inside my head they say.
Honey sweet the bread is made today.




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Comments about day By Day

Nice piece and a fun to read. Lol cheers
Lovely to read. Nice play on words. Thank you.
a good write. enjoyed the read butterflies are my favorite


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