The Butterfly

by

McKenna Byrne

For Ailish - aged 6

This butterfly was in a rush; of that there was no doubt,
All around the pretty flowers, fluttering in and out;
The daisy sighed,the crocus cried, for when the day was done
The flowers were still living but
The butterfly was gone.

They found him dead in the flowerbed upon the midnight hour;
Crowds of flowers attended his sad burial in the bower;
So when you cross the busy street, never, never hurry
Or you might be like the butterfly the daisies had to bury.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at THE CURVE OF HER THIGHS
by: T. J. Daniels
from: Janesville, WI, US

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