NICE POEM FOR A FRIEND AND HER MAN
Black and orange butterfly flies zig zag pattern over a river dodging speedy dragonflies, low over the water at mad angles. Sense of speed beyond all else. Movement pure and simple. Past dragonfly territory, over the rocky river bank. Looking, searching for what? Something. What?
Feel a little tired. Land on a rock to rest, blur of flapping wings before a halt. Nice to chill. What the fuck? Bloody rock moves! Goddamn Pagan Goddess not a rush! Stone is alive, butterfly Fliss arrows upwards to safety. Wolf is not amused. Was resting under midday sun and his nose was tickled when a cheeky butterfly dared to land on his snout. Bloody cheek! Snap went wolf teeth. A miss! Butterfly won't take no grief, arcs round in a high speed turn to buzz the wolf. I'll show you! Try to eat me, I'll wake you up and disturb your bloody peace for snaping your sharp teeth at me. I'm the Goddess!
Round again buzzing the wolf, who's the boss? Butterfly is! 6 more times the game continues, buzz the wolf, snap go his teeth. He settles down on his haunches, enough! Butterfly lands on his nose, soft as gossamer spiderweb feather snowflake, peace. Wolf speaks humbly, 'What's your name brave fast butterfly flier?' Silence. 'I'm Fliss...' They both changed and made love. The circle was complete. Butterfly was home... xxx