2018.06.25.
The butterfly and the bird
From branch to branch, flies the birdWhich gently, reaches freedom
From flower to flower, the butterfly comes smiling
And is the talk of the town
She's running away from a collector
He's afraid of the distracted police
From wind to wind, they met on a flower
And in this life nothing but that is talked about
With many touches, she makes her contact
He preened up to make a good impression
And the two flapped their wings through the woods
Synchronized in the throes of passion
From branch to branch, flies the bird
Which gently reaches freedom
From flower to flower, the butterfly comes smiling
And is the talk of the town
But every story has the ending it deserves
And nature did well intervening
In the end, it's each to its species
And nothing else is said about it here