Poetry

Pieces of Eight

We went into the tropic garden

butterflies everywhere

I put my hands out hoping one would land on me

but none did.

Then half way round a big one came down and sat on her shoulder

like a parrot

I thought it would fly off but it stayed with her all the way round.

When we got to the exit she looked at me

If we take it out there it will die I said

So eventually I got it off and it just sat on a leaf.

Of course all it wanted was to die

I see that now

                                      ~ Marc Carver

                                            Basingstoke, UK

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