Butterflies
Sitting on a riverbank on a warm and sunny day,
keep still, and hush and you will see the butterflies at play,
they flutter through the long, long grass, until, when lifted up,
upon a breeze, may settle, on a yellow buttercup
A pair will chase each other through the softly swaying reeds,
then bait the small wild rabbits, in fields of poppy seeds,
And if your especially quiet, (in an eerie kind of way)
you can almost hear their laughter as they flit and fly away.
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