As I See It

Some days, words flow like wetness over Niagara Falls. Other days, they come like raindrops  on  a blistering  Saharan afternoon.  Today my mind, terse and laconic, is somewhere in North Africa.   Allow me to compensate by using  larger pica.

"A Butterfly!" 

A flutter by.

A wondrous sigh.

An uttered cry. 

                           Dennis Shay