Death Of A Good Butterfly Poem by Charles Ho

Death Of A Good Butterfly



The drizzle caught it by
surprise. That butterfly
Lay aslant and grounded.
Drenched in rain it floundered
With a limp wing. Then drop
By drip, by drop, by drip,
The tempest washed it out,
Mercy without.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 07 November 2016

A very interesting poem. I like it. I was drawn to the title because I have a poem with a similar title. It's called 'Butterfly of Death' and I invite you to read it. Thanks.

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