Butterfly
One day I sat alone
when it settled on my arm
a lovely little butterfly
someone had done it harm
It had a damaged wing
which was very badly frayed
it made me feel quite special
I was happy when it stayed
Although it had been damaged
(to everybody’s eye)
it was still a very valid
and delightful butterfly
I seemed to make it happy
it appeared to feel secure
but a sudden movement by me
and it was there no more
Eventually it came again
my fondness for it grew
But when I tried to touch it
up in the air it flew
Whenever it would come back
I tried to show I care
each time it would feel safer
returning to the air
One time I thought I’d hurt it
as I tried to hold it tight
it stayed away a long time
before it did alight
Attempting to persuade it
to stay a little longer
I always seemed to scare it
but my need became much stronger
Eventually it flew away
high up in the sky
and often I catch sight of it
as it goes flying by
Butterfly’s are delicate
they need to feel they’re free
I’ll never try to hold one
if one ever lands on me
© Andy(ArT)Trigg 2001
Written by Andy(ArT)Trigg on April 13th, 2008 with
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