Dancing With the Butterflies
On this beautiful day in spring,
watching Nellie play.
I can't help but recall her
as a small ball of fur,
having just turned one year old.
Prancing and jumping,
in playful delight.
As shadows of
butterflies fluttered and glided
across our yard.
Hither and there she would,
run back and forth,
never breaking a stride,
very focus on each one.
As they took to the air,
in flight soaring away,
she was left quite bewildered,
but eagerly awaiting the next time,
they would come to play.
After many dog years we
have seen passed along,
she still waits each spring,
for the butterfly shadows
to appear.
But today, I now see she's
"dancing with the butterflies",
and wonder what has changed.
Either way, the fun has always been,
in the courting,
never the catch.
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