A purple butterfly set down
beside a pollywog —
Who reproached her for encroaching
upon a growing frog,
He looked into her tiny eyes
with curiosity,
Then looked in vain with much disdain
at this atrocity…
For butterflies in gardens flit
to rest among the flowers —
Not on logs with pollywogs
to pass the summer hours!
A strange but lovely butterfly
the pollywog did think,
But did she know he soon would grow
and eat her in a wink?
He thought a while what he could do
to save the naïve creature,
And was glad to spy a lily pad
who surely would beseech her
So with a gesture of his tail,
he called the lily close
And bade the butterfly goodbye —
with a nudge and, adios!
The moral of this story is
quite simple, you will find:
You must always trust your heart —
The best choice is- be kind!
Susan retired three years ago after a thirty-five-year career in hospice social work, at which time she began writing poetry. Her work is inspired by her patients’ journeys, the beauty of nature, and the human condition. A number of her poems have been published in literary journals online, including Verse Virtual, Lothlorien, and Impspired. She lives near the Jersey Shore with her husband and Bernese Mountain Dog, Dottie.
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