Butterfly

Butterfly flitting about beneath my eyes,
you never seem to climb the highest highs.
Your wings seem to gently caress the air
lifting and lowering you wherever you care.

Fluttering here and there above the ground
minding your own business without a sound.
Your composure shows the way that you have fun,
after visiting a flower you rest and bathe in the sun.

You never display signs of urgency or haste
in your search for a nesting place.
Are you seeking somewhere specific to settle
perhaps in a hedgerow or on a stinging nettle?

I’m sure you will find a suitable place soon
to lay your eggs before the rising moon.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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