Blessed



Four days ago
a butterfly
a red admiral
flew in through my open window and got himself stuck behind glass trying to get out

I cupped him in my hands and threw him back out into the free air
and off he flew

For the last three days
a butterfly
a red admiral
has flown back in through my open window
and flutterred happily around my room before
flying out again

It seems such a coincidence
I wonder
is it the same butterfly each day?
coming to thank me?

In any case
when he comes by
I look up from my work
and feel blessed by him



Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2009-12-12 at 10:36

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This is lovely, and at one with nature, as life should be.

A blessing
in poetic deed.

Good to meet your work

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-12-12