Butterfly Poem by royness ( ' ' )

When first I discovered her,
She was nervous as a butterfly.
A kiss sent her flitting about the party
As if scorched -
I scooped her up and took her home that night.

At dinner, she kept her wings folded
And my guests were too dignified
To raise any questions. Though children
Sometimes chased her round the table,
And the boys would try to catch her in a net.

And though we always looked after her,
Her beauty was never meant for the collector -
one day she simply took flight.

The children are still in awe of her,
In awe of the day when she, as if
Remembering a kindness,
Alighted on the crest of my head,
Tender, weightless,
In the briefest of caresses
Before she found her path out through the curtains.