Autumn Butterfly
You wanna know what I think?
I think you 're a bit confused
Don't you know it's late in the year?
Don't you know it's nearly dark too?
But your velvet and black-green wings
fan and rest upon my bare back
and it tickles! Now you're on my forearm
I think you like me. Off you go now...
This poem is submitted for:
PD’s ‘One Autumn Night’ contest
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