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