Butterflies - Poem by Siri Atluri
One morning bright and beautiful,
I went to catch the butterflies fluttering by,
with my butterfly net in hand ready to pounce.
I shall catch them all - sailors, painted ladies and more
Them little beauties in sunlight,
make my yard a lot more nice.
I fell to the grass exasperated,
When I heard a little "Ouch"
I peered down to see a little man
dressed up all in green and with his bright red wings folded.
He glared at me and told me off,
"What did you mean by falling on me? ,
Do you think just ‘cause me is short, doesn't mean me isn't strong! ! ! "
Amused I replied' Sorry I didn't know there were any pixies."
So I flopped down on the grass,
As he scoffed and told me all about
the magical world of pixies leprechauns dragons and many, many more
he started to go on about giants and ghosts
when my vision started to shake and I felt a hand on me.
I woke up to my mom gentling waking me
Upon a dark, gloomy day with nothing to stare at
except the booming clouds that carpeted the sky.
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