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Today, I saw
On the ground, a butterfly
Ravaged by a swarm of ants.
Its wings a faded turquoise.
Dead, by then.

Today, I saw
A clear sky -- cloudless.
Would have been lovely
But I read.
Lack of cloud cover, clearly.
(Pun intended.)
The prettier the sky,
The closer to doom we are.
Oh, the irony!