flits from bloom to bloom, she
flaps her wings, and you stand still
thus, missing the snake in the grass
who slithers by unseen.
No step, no bite-
the comet races by, but still
the comma tail, inviting a
sequence. What will come next?
So, you wonder,
I decided to have a bit of fun with Colleen’s poet choice challenge,which must be some sort of syllabic poetry. I wrote a double butterfly cinquain to joke about the butterfly effect. 😏
I’m also linking this to dVerse’s Open Link Night, which of course, was last night, but that’s how I roll these days.