I caught the Butterfly

By – Irfan Ali Sehorewala

Early one morning,
Walking amidst green,
I happened to glance,
A red beautiful flower.

On top, there sat
Quite, yet aware;
Suave, yet alert;
A charming butterfly.

Her feathers, like blade
Long and straight.
Nectar, she drank
Hopped and danced.

And before she could,
Renew her stance
My index and thumb,
Cupped the fly.

She wriggled, she stifled,
But my clasp was strong
She dribbled, I giggled
As she squeaked songs.

Finally, I relented
And eased my hold
Unfurled, yawned
She flew for her gold.


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