The Butterfly and the Lark (Shakespearan Sonnet) <br /> <br />Much like a painted picture taken flight, <br />With wings wearing yellows, pinks and blues, <br />A butterfly on Flora did alight, <br />His thirst to satiate with nect'rous juice. <br /> <br />Admiring him, upon a nearby tree, <br />Behind the foliage-screen a lark did hide. <br />The former froze with fear when, suddenly, <br />The ominous bird with oggling eyes he spied. <br /> <br />'Too small a prey I am; do pity me' <br />He begged. Then came a song-like sweet reply: <br />'Feast enough for me has been your beauty; <br />I've had my fill; for food no need have I. <br /> But, whilst I sing, will you not display <br /> Your glorious hues in all their bright array?<br /><br />Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-butterfly-and-the-lark/
