Zeidy the butterfly, a brightly colored strawberry
Was fluttering by the wind, flying peacefully
Her colors a-flickering in a silent ritual
But she landed on the nose of the wrong individual
Cement has been poured all around me
how did you find me?
Plant yourself under a tree
But nowhere near me
Charging for Zeidy and a swing of the head
My horns might be blunt but my eyes are blood-red
The butterfly lifts with my dusty trail
And lands back on my tail
Back on my tail!
The wind in the grass always carries you near
To clutter my body, to fiddle my ears
Down a bit lower so I can stomp on your wings
Quit moving about you are so annoying
Jason Campbell
©1998