There's nothing butter about a butterfly

A short little poem dedicated to those moments when butterflies interupt conversations.

There’s nothing “butter” about a butterfly


Except the buttery way in which it is taken in the breeze

And the way it comes from a caterpillar churning in a cocoon

I forgot to mention the bright yellow wings

The way they melt into their surroundings when they land

Or do moths do that?

There’s nothing butter about a butterfly

Except the sweet way they redirect conversations
Oil up our minds, for just a second

Flavoring the air around them

There’s nothing butter about a butterfly