Ode to the Exceptional ones
of the near miss Victim's Story

They care and righteous;
they are invisible as air;

no one knows
where they are in this dry world;

some believes from heaven;
some call them angels of the night;

but they are there
when one needs.

when one is threatened by the tacky poison;
run among the harmless and helpless ones;

morning glories that bloom
to observe the world 

first thing in the morning
then close the petals to consider

when to grow mighty winged creatures.
they would be there right before

one gets down
by the sticky poison. 

©Byung A. Fallgren