I see you with your cliped wings,
fallen to my feet.

You the wingless painful little thing,
struggling to breathe.

Some monster came along, stole
your beauty and flight. Such tragedy
a life short already shorted even more.

I hydrate your soul with my tears,
I am sorry for not being able to save you.

Poor butterfly. Now I have the butterfly blues.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton