The Shy Butterfly

Every time the warm sunshine Breaks through the leaden grey It shines upon her delicate wings And there she does safely stay Until, she flexes her fragile frame And decides to be very brave, Then her beauty is revealed By the way she does behave. She dances around, yet alone Amongst blood- red poppy flowers And makes, although unaware, Smiles peep between the bowers, For then it is that some mice And other creatures small Dare to show themselves And watch her give her all. So happy are they to see Such a pleasant show That they often visit those poppies As she make their hearts aglow.