The Butterfly
oh . . my
what . . sort
beauty . . is this
creature @ with wings
does it fly * * * does it sing
It floats by * * * I do descry
and flutter by * * * upon it's wings
I think it's called a butterfly, and no, it
doesn't sing or @ give us cream
and doesn't @ try to sting
and goes @ south prior
It gets too cold
for it to fly
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Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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