ten years ago
he took her to
the butterfly farm
t'was a wonderful day
of
beaming smiles
holding hands
warm kisses
scented flowers and vines
she wore an orange shirt
hoping
the multi coloured wing'd beauties
might think she was a marigold
they weren't fooled
sadly
she was
The Butterfly House in a St. Louis MO suburb is one of my favorite places! I love that she wore an orange blouse hoping a butterfly might land ... I have had many land on me in this magical place. No matter what color I wore. Great write.
ReplyDeleteOh, pity about the sad ending – but very neatly written: a beautiful build-up before pulling the rug with nice under-statement.
ReplyDeleteI think most other species are very suspicious of humanity...I agree with them!
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ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday
Much💛love
Our city also has a butterfly garden, which is a magical place ... and does not seem to be color-conscious. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteNice twist at the end!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece
ReplyDeleteLove this
That was a good twist at the end! I love butterflies! They are so magical! Big Hugs!
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