A little white butterfly
Dancing among the leaves.
In search of a little nectar
Not noticed by the bees.
I tried to take a picture.
I even asked with please.
But the butterfly prevailed.
It must surely like to tease.
So, I settled for a ladybug.
Her speed was not so great.
When she smiled and gave a wink
Only for a moment, did I hesitate.
For a ladybug on a budded rose
Looks so innocent and sweet.
Unless, perhaps, you're an aphid.
For you may be - a tasty little treat.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
