Butterfly
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The butterfly chaser was two years old and two feet tall
The blue shoes on her feet mattered to her most of all
On it she could squat all day long
Sitting on them she inspected the moist soil
Where the Mynah had just run along
She did find footprints, delicate and small
She sat drawing on the mud with fingers and nails
Where the garden sweeper had left her a large clean spot
She pretended deaf to all the common sounds
She was the silent knower of right and wrong. UNSUPPORTED CODE
Copyright © Vidya Raghunathan | Year Posted 2018
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