Butterflies fluttered <br />on a summer’s breeze <br />alighting on buddleias, <br />daintily. <br /> <br />Small fingers missed, <br />stumbling on crane flies <br />and moths, <br />or clutching air. <br /> <br />Her trill child’s voice <br />giggled and squealed <br />to see the delight <br />and to chase it! <br /> <br />To catch a butterfly <br />was tricky <br />and missy’s fingers slipped, <br />as though on butter. <br /> <br />Eclectic colours <br />mesmerised sweet <br />young eyes <br />and then.....behold! <br /> <br />one Red Admiral <br />alighted on baby soft <br />blonde hair <br />for just a moment <br /> <br />My camera clicked <br />immortalizing the scene, <br />a butterfly child <br />to be treasured forever.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-child-2/
