| Butterfly Butterfly oh so pretty With such magnificent colors displayed Yet it is oh so fragile Its wings are easily frayed Look with your eyes and not the hands I recall being told as a child For if you touch you may injure This creation so splendid yet wild They float on the breeze so free and easy Without a care it may seem Until a bird swoops right down To claim it as his meal But, until that time rolls around They are oh so pretty at to gaze As they drift upon the wind I could sit and watch for days Butterfly lands on a flower And appears to want to rest But, swooping down is a sparrow Now butterfly's a dinner guest Patrick Wayne Hollier Copyright 2000 Patrick Hollier |
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