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The Mt Rouse Butterflies

They seem to dance with each other in the freshening breeze
Around the blossoming shrubs and the trees
With just a few clouds of gray in the blue and sunny December sky
In their home in Mt Rouse the brown butterfly
At rest amongst the brown scutch grass that reach to the knee
Well camouflaged they are not easy to see
But when disturbed in their hundreds they take to the air
Than the beauty in Nature no beauty so fair
On Mt Rouse in Summer on their breeding ground
A wonder of Nature in large numbers abound
They live on the nectar of blossoms and flowers
And their life span is brief far briefer than ours
On Mt Rouse they dance in the freshening breeze
As they fly from the ground to the blossoming trees.

by Francis Duggan

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