Unmindful Butterfly
The butterfly flew and flickered,
Her colored medley fully triggered,
She stopped at one bloom,
And was on second in a zoom,
Her wiry legs did the trick,
She was laying her own bricks,
I wondered if the butterfly knew,
How pretty she looked as she flew,
If she did was she proud,
Her hopping mad made it look loud,
But perhaps she was not,
She could look and had got,
Other flies in her sight,
Who were as much as she was bright,
She was only doing her chores,
Unmindful of competitive bores.
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