The Butterfly Hunter
THE BUTTERFLY HUNTER
(Art by Carl Spitzweg)
"A butterfly I chanced to spy",
Resting blue on a branch nearby,
Another one stood its ally,
I chanced to spy a butterfly;
A small net, I had in my hand,
A cap on my head, my eyes scanned,
Seeing them, I began to fret,
I had in my hand a small net;
How to catch them, give me a hint,
My sun-reflecting glasses glint,
Each one looks like a huge blue gem,
Give me a hint how to catch them!
In astonishment, I do gaze,
With open mouth, am in a daze,
This small net is my punishment,
I do gaze in astonishment;
With wonder wings, towards the sky,
The giant blue butterflies fly,
In bright blue hue, there's orange rings,
Towards the sky with wonder wings;
I watch them go with heavy heart,
Their massive size gave me a start,
Or else, I'd have caught them, you know,
With heavy heart, I watch them go.
With ghost-like eyes, in evening sun,
I walk away, I'm not the one,
I'm no butterfly hunter, wise,
In evening sun with ghost-like eyes;
My trek thus far was just a waste,
No, I could never have them chased,
I am no hunter's avatar,
Was just a waste, my trek thus far.
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