Flutter-Byes
"Buff-a-flies!" My tiny granddaughter points
to the black and yellow wings settling around us.
"Butter-flies," I agree with caveat.
She scowls and refuses to speak again
until after dinner time.
Did I learn my lesson? Mostly...
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2023
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