I sat and sketched a butterfly in flight..
I made it move from paper to paper tonight..
It grew from a black and white slide show
to a colorful movie that had a flow..
Now all the sheets of paper are stretched across my table..
The last scene was a picture of beauty and not a fable..
I opened my window to give it life and air..
Then she flew away and my paper is now bare...
"A Butterfly's Trail of Kisses" contest
written 4/1/2012 by Michael J Falotico