Butterflies

Winter has just come around,

And in between the cacophony of sound;

The butterflies confoundedly fly

While the day’s end is nigh...

They end up on Cornelia Street

And after the cold, the engross the heat.

Then wing-by-wing, the colony...

Go to a tomcat’s balcony.

And despite their adverted gaze, their eyes do meet.

When little old tomcat sees them,

He tries his best to please them.

So the butterflies go and contemplate,

They try hard not to disseminate.

In the end, they decide not to run

For they could sense the tremendous fun.

They tell him that they are pleased

Then start to dance with glee.

And a sublime, genuine friendship has begun.