Array

My Yellow Butterfly; My Array! Pinched in the corner of my eye, Ah, ‘tis just my yellow butterfly! A swarm of bees came chomping down on its tail, And whipping up winds it stirs up new jets to sail! Staying gallantly afloat it drifts wayward up into a puffed up cloud awaiting it in the air. A red cardinal bird it did undoubtedly meet perched high on top a big pesky grizzly bear. It just flies fancy free through the needles and straws of prickly Pine Trees. And it starts circling around until it is across the rolling roaring High Seas! My yellow butterfly just zip zaps itself right on by. It is either flying too low or it is flying up on high! On top of the clouds, I did get to watch its magnificent tail set sail. Triumphantly, it stays afloat between a big shark and mighty whale! A horde of yellow butterflies suddenly dumped down on me with voices that blare. The journal of flying from here to there will get everyone everywhere except in err! Yellow butterflies were coming from everywhere just so joyous for my eyes to see, And I was caught up on a cloud when my yellow butterfly ushered in its array of me. My Array: My Yellow Butterfly!