A squeal and a giggle,
a flutter and a swish -
the chase is on!
Dodging dandelions,
rolling clover.
A swoosh a whip,
almost!
Not quite!
Over there!
Now over here!
Keeping pace,
keeping wild,
erratic and momentous.
Landing briefly here
then on the nose,
flits away,
chasing butterflies.
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 1:13 AM UTC
A squeal and a giggle,
a flutter and a swish -
the chase is on!
Dodging dandelions,
rolling clover.
A swoosh a whip,
almost!
Not quite!
Over there!
Now over here!
Keeping pace,
keeping wild,
erratic and momentous.
Landing briefly here
then on the nose,
flits away,
chasing butterflies.
Started this back in May after seeing my, at the time, only child chase some butterflies.
Ever have a moment that happens and you know that for whatever reason it’s going to be etched in your mind? This was one of those moments. How lucky to be a relevant memory, not a random one.
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