A lead butterfly or two
landed with a clang
my windows rattled
in their casings
and vases sang out
from their shelves
From room to room
they flitted
my ceiling trembled
when they alit all bright
colors and flashing wings
a Sunday’s silence split
Who could deny them
joy of flight or someplace
safe to land? No
those butterflies
are not to blame
but their noise is
more than I can stand
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: http://forestwander.com
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