Once
I caught a butterfly,
a gorgeous one.
Its wings glow
With colours I don’t have any idea
of describing and naming.
It’s just that…
I liked it.
It stayed for a while
there in my little silky hand.
It never moved.
I thought it would stay
longer.
But I was wrong.
Until it finally wiggled its wings
and danced across the air.
Leaving me all alone
with mine bare hand
that once hath ringed in it.
It flew
away
and
away
and
away.
Now, I have no idea
of describing and naming it.
It’s just that…
I love it...
I do.