“Fly free, little butterfly”

The blossom of spring

Where she happily flew

Down, up, left and right into the brink

Of the half-opened window - oh has she got no clue

She flapped her wings

As she sets off into the unknown without a crew

She has not returned during the evening

Nor past midnight, nor even out of the blew

There was a sudden ping.

Silence began to brew

As I stared at her lifeless limb.

Reviews

[Gee]

Hi Stephen. Like many of us this reads as though you are concentrating more on getting the rhyme to happen instead of the actual quality of content, a mistake we all make.

[B]

Butterflies are the absolute symbol of freedom
and what better life to live never fearing death ......

Really felt this one