A butterfly with golden wings
flew in my yard by chance,
but being far too busy then,
I gave it but a glance.
I had to plant in parallel
my perfect rows of seeds,
and then, of course, pull out the roots
of all offending weeds.
My garden lay in disarray,
not tidy as I planned,
so I was tugging dandelions
and thistles out by hand.
I had no time to watch it flit,
to flutter and to fly --
each second I took heed of it,
my life was passing by.
And so the butterfly gave up
the dance it danced for me,
to rest upon a leafy plant
and see what it could see.
Right there upon the selfsame leaf
it spied a lady bug,
who seemed content to soak the sun,
while feeling warm and snug.
This butterfly and lady bug
became the best of friends,
while in my garden I pulled weeds,
and so our story ends.
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Author Notes
My thanks to Surmed, whose delightful photograph inspired this poem.
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