The butterfly

A poem.

I thought I saw a butterfly

As I came out my door,

Or p’raps a little orange moth

I’d never seen before.

I wasn’t wearing glasses

And I blinked against the light

It was an orange butterfly

(or moth) I’m sure I’m right.

I didn’t have my camera.

I’d left it in the shed.

I went back in to get it

and I hope it hadn’t fled.

But there it was! You beauty!

Well – it beggars all belief.

I picked it up quite gently –

It had turned into a leaf.

13 thoughts on “The butterfly

  1. Oh I am so sick of Siri. I use Siri because my clumsy fingers don’t always hit the right key. So I tell Siri what to say but she gets it wrong so many times. What I said, and I’ll say this clearly, It was Beautiful. And if you had seen it, you would have thought it was a butterfly, too.

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  2. Ah, what a deeelightful poem! Here we have been introduced to what we thought was a mini-mini butterfly. With a little research, turns out to be a butterfly hawk moth!! Cutest little thing! Did your leaf look like that?

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    1. Yes my eyes do determine different things. And while I’ve got you here I just read your post about how hot and terrible and long and trouble with the roof. And your summers are very much like our summers but as this year goes on it is definitely worse.


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