I see a duck chasing a butterfly.

I see many lessons in the grass.

The butterfly bounces

off the duck's round beak

and escapes.  She is dark,

beautifully dark as the duck is blonde,

with a bright check mark

on each wing.

The duck is briefly disappointed,

but she pecks at the earth

to find something new.

The butterfly finds the upper tier

of a fig tree's branches.

She does not brag, she does not

need to brag.