Butterfly
She glimmers,
Catching the summer rays in her wings.
Like shiny gold coins spilled upon the pavement
You cannot help but watch as you walk by.
She’s alone
And practically begging for you
To watch her as she dances
Petal to petal,
Leaf to leaf.
She’s delicate,
So delicate in fact
You think for a moment that she is easily yours.
You pinch her between your pointer finger and thumb
And though she squirms
She’ll know she is caught.
She: laid, pinned, and mounted;
A sight for sore eyes.
You tell your friends that she is beautiful,
But not nearly as beautiful
As she was when she danced
Petal to petal,
Leaf to leaf.
