The Shape of Things through Butterfly Wings
A butterfly landed on my nose today.
While I was in the garden modeling clay.
Imagine a butterfly right on your nose?
Why didn't she land on a daisy or maybe a rose.
So I sat on the swing under our tree,
Where I stared at her - and she stared at me,
When this went on for a moment or two,
I finally said "How-do-you-do?"
She waved a wing at my freckled face,
Stepping a bit higher with delicate grace.
And then she began a wonderful game.
A game of forms - without any name.
She tucked her wings into a perfect square,
And twisted antennae round in the air.
I wondered amazed at this incredible sight,
Butterflies can’t make squares, this wasn't right.
But when I copied with a square of my own,
My Butterfly went into a shape making zone.
Her wings and antenna formed perfect triangles,
Flipped inside out and became rectangles.
She formed a cube and a parallelogram,
I felt like I was taking a shaping exam.
Then, just as quick as you please,
She ran through the alphabet -- A’s to the Z’s
She bent in half to form a bone,
Then wrapped a wing into a cone.
I made a shape like the moon and the sun,
Shaping with a Butterfly was wonderful fun.
My Friend inched forward till my eyes went cross,
And then shaped a hexagon to show me who’s boss.
Her tiny feet tickled as she danced on my skin.
And down in my body I felt it begin.
Deep in my throat and behind my eyes,
I was totally, utterly caught by surprise.
I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. Oh, no please.
I knew I was forming a horrible sneeze.
I pinched the holes on both sides of my nose,
But what happened next you’d never suppose.
Just as I sneezed with a big ah -choo,
My Butterfly friend did the same thing too.
Butterflies can’t laugh, ask any kid,
But I cross my heart, my butterfly did.
She waved good-bye and fluttered away,
I waved back - what a magical day.
I felt my heart smile and fill with joy.
I’d more fun with a Butterfly, than I ever had with a toy.