Wednesday, 29 June 2016

The Two Bs (2)

wheat in this together

There’s a butterfly on my toe.

I don’t feel it; I see it.

My toe is happy, I’m happy and I think the butterfly is happy.

The butterfly walks around a bit in my toe garden.

I don’t feel a thing.

A butterfly’s feet are gentle.

A fly I would feel.

An ant too.

Butterflies are the ballerinas of the insect world.


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