BUTTERFLY
BUTTERFLY TWIRLED AND SPUN AROUND HIS HEAD
TEASING HIM TOWARDS THE GARDNER'S SHED.
WHERE THEY DALLIED FOR DAYS AND HOURS
AMONG PLANT POTS AND CUT FLOWERS,
UNTIL A BLACK BEETLE JOINED IN THEIR PLAY
AND FASCINATED BUTTERFLY FLEW AWAY.
FROM THAT MOMENT FROGS HEART TOOK FLIGHT
CHANGING HIS WHISKERS FROM GREY TO WHITE.
HE WEEPT DIVING INTO DEEPEST SORROW
HIDING HIMSELF IN A RABITS BORROW.
AND AT HIS FRIENDS WHO CALLED IN VAIN
HE SHOUTED OUT IN GRIEF AND PAIN.
GO AWAY, I AM NOT IN TODAY
UNTIL MY EYES ARE BLURRED
AND MY HEART BEATS FAINT
ALL I WANT TO DO IS PAINT.
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| ART WORK BY RAYE'S ANGELS. |
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