The Nature of Things

The dragonfly says: So this is a nose.

The fly at the window says to the sky: Let me in.

The moth to the porch moon: Why are you being so difficult? Is this love? Really?

The butterfly: I think I’m going to be sick.

The turtle crossing the road: They’ll wait.

The sun to the moon: What kept you?

The moon at 9:30am: No. Over here.

The mother to her child: Do you want the truth, or do you want me to make something up?

The child to his mother: Make something up.