Couple of butterflies
Dancing to the tune of breeze
as it invades and March through a tree
The tree that was renting us the shade to rest under
Above us the owls were snoring after
The chaos they caused night before
Their neighbours ,
Mr. And Mrs Sparrow,
were singing Beethoven
to unborn wings enclosed
in mini moons.
Between me and her ,
passing by the empty beer bottles were the mighty
Tribes of ants who were hunting all day
To be prepared for the war against snowflakes.
And I looked to my west
The reaper in the leather jacket
I passed her a dying cigar
She loves to have the last smoke
Her eyes were midnight abyss
With Just a twinkle that I couldn't ever reach.
She was visiting for a special day
To guide a piece of nature to afterlife
She toss the cigar
In the direction of butterflies doing disco
They sidesteps it by a flap of wings
They were ready to bite if they could
The cigar was gasping for life
when it fell in a well of dried leaves
The heartbeats in ashes that day
Murdered the wild circus of nature .
Dedicated to my Watson
LilDoofenshmirtz
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Couple of Roars
Poetry"Singing Beethoven to unborn wings enclosed in mini moons" Couple of lines by me . Want to have a good time just pay a visit . Cover by @shaidyingrey
