Butterly

There were several butterfly shots in Friday's Shootout and a wonderful quote from Collectin Texas Gal from R.H. Heinlein that "Butterflies are self-propelled flowers."    It reminded me of a poem I wrote a little while ago.   So this is kind of a belated addendum to my shortened offering for Friday.

Butterfly

Constantly changing direction,

a living yellow leaf with a mind of its own

albeit a small one, never made up,

always about to alight

on a leaf, on a bud, on a stem,

here, then there,

on wings too big to be subtle

she’s off again, not knowing where,

as if she can’t decide.

Perhaps having been so recently

a worm, she’s afraid to place her feet

on any solid ground again,

like a brand new angel.