Funny how family can be so different
monarch brooding on yesterdays news.
She--a painted lady asleep in her cocoon- her delicate wings surviving
his brutal blast
dreaming in her closed off space.
Waiting for first light, for the siren blast warning of impending disaster
The full report unclear
He sets a plan in motion
doomed from the get go.
Their offspring--forever upsetting the cart
in the thick of things
the emotional bonds.
Vexed by the uncertain nature
of the day
somewhere between insanity and reason.