The Butterfly

Just a short little poem that I wrote in class while Mr Newton was droning on about the civil war in 1964 (oops)

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1. The Butterfly

The flap of it's wings,

The turn of it's head,

The spiral of colours,

Gold, yellow and red.

 

I watch it fly,

So careless and free,

And wonder how I would feel,

If that little creature was me.

 

Captivated I watch,

As it sores high in the sky,

And quietly I mutter,

"Goodbye Butterfly"

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