Sunday, October 28, 2018

Lead Butterflies (Day 648)

A lead butterfly or two 

landed with a clang   

my windows rattled 

in their casings 

and vases sang out

from their shelves

From room to room

they flitted  

my ceiling trembled 

when they alit   all bright 

colors and flashing wings

a Sunday’s silence split 

Who could deny them

joy of flight  or someplace 

safe to land?  No  

those butterflies 

are not to blame 

but their noise is 

more than I can stand

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six


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