Butterflies

At first, just one,

Happened to flutter by,

Blocking the sun,

In the middle of the sky.

It was startling blue,

Against the skyline,

Like a little bit of dew,

On the needle of a pine.

Then, just as unexpected,

Another came anew,

This one more a red,

Right out the door it flew.

Oh! But after it came a FWOOM,

A huge swarm came flying through,

Colouring the room,

As they were on a cue.

One by one they flew,

Right out the window,

A lovely breeze blew,

The moon began to glow.

And off they went,

Towards the buildings nearby,

As if they were sent,

Right into the sky.

As for me,

Well, I,

I could only watch and see,

As the bugs said good-bye.