When shall I fly? ~a 5.7.5. haiku chain~
Paper Luna moth
Climbing the tree of still life
Moon phase is quartered
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Should I fly away
Is it perhaps best to stay
By dawn's early light
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Dew on the grasses
Would only slow my gray flight
Tree of life massive
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Launching from this twig
Would give up my camouflage
Steady wins the fight
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Sturdier night times
Should awaken the day times
Shudder now in place
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Perched here in wonder
Will branches grow overnight
That's when I shall fly.