the light flap
of the wings begins
the legs of the butterfly
move swiftly and lightly
barely making a sound
slowly it tiptoes
towards the flower
to receive its nectar
suddenly
the bird swoops in
and the butterfly ducks behind a petal
hoping not to be seen
keeping its little feet
as soft as they can be
the wings of the butterfly stop
their flapping
and everything sits in place
the suspense held
as the bird looks around
and finds nothing
leaving everything untouched
the tensions release
and the butterfly begins to move
its legs crawl slowly
as it inches towards the middle of the flower
and the butterfly's wings
flap lightly in the breeze
making a gentle whooshing sound
that everyone wants to hear
YOU ARE READING
poems; part 2
Poetryjust more poems from a girl that only knows how to write but not how to speak
