A Little Butterfly
Once a big beautiful butterfly landed on me,
Such a pretty shade of orange and all trimmed in black.
I quickly jumped and he flew away,
He never ever came back.
I wished for another butterfly,
To bring me luck and land on me again,
I would try not to jump so quickly this time,
Reminding me of an unmet friend.
A pretty little butterfly landed on my leg,
While I was laying in the sun today.
He was the same color as the other one,
But this one did not fly away.
I thought I’d name him Jeffrey,
Like that unmet friend of mine,
In hopes to see more of him,
Before he flew away this time.
Instead he sipped the cool water,
That had been splashed on my knee.
I slowly sat up and held out my hand,
And called him to come to me.
Believe it or not he flew right to my hand,
And seemed to listen to what I had to say.
I noticed his little wings were damaged,
Then again he flew away.
Inside his wings of beautiful colors,
More of him I really wanted to see.
So I called for his return,
Twice more he came back to land on me,
So for my little Jeffrey butterfly,
Even if I never saw him again,
At least I got the chance of a close encounter,
And I now feel content within.
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence Mcmillian | Year Posted 2011
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