This buttery butterfly
fluttered past my kitchen window,
inviting me out to play.
Her wings were so large
she could literally glide
through the air.
She’d cirlce my head,
land on this flower,
then disappear around a corner
or over the hill.
I stood waiting
and she kept coming back,
flying right for me.
It was like playing a game of chicken
with a butterfly!
Everytime, I had to duck.
This playful creature
had no fear.
Maybe we wouldn’t either
if we’d simply learn
to spread our wings
and glide.
