Birds and Bees and Butterflies
The fingers slide, not gentle soft, under
slip-backside of a butterfly. Its wings
of fairy-dust, absent of sound. O hear
the loud alarming buzz — the honey thunder
of black and yellow bees. React shrill strings
of vocal cords as flying insects near.
The passionate red flowers hold vast net
for catching mammoth butterflies of kings.
See to it that the child is taught to fear
not birds nor bees for garden gnomes regret
one’s tears.
7/17/2018
Curtal Sonnet for Brian Strand’s Premiere Contest
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