Sharing Butterina

Butterina is not the faerie you see every day on Manhattan streets you would not be spotting her sharing a Celtic Irish dance either No matter how fey you are, Butterina might escape your notice Full of butterfly dreams and autumn love songs, she is pure joy Easily missed in the soft cool breeze of the Cottonwood leaves Often invisible to us as she flies past on a red cardinal’s back Butterina has shown herself to less than a handful of children I do not think any adults have seen or can remember her actually I am unsure myself now if I she was ever here at all Showing off her flirty butterfly wings and her rosewood ways Or is she a bit of imagination left over from my pirate days when I used to dream also of mermaids?