Once I Caught A Butterfly

Once I caught a butterfly,

Trying in vain

To refly,

Its wings brushed my skin

Like a soft cotton

Peeking inside my hand

I saw its brown wing,

Eyes like shape, formed

On each wing

Almost lifelike

In a split,

It escaped

Failing to recapture it,

Giving up and disappointed,

I moved on

But

Hovering high

Above me, in silent,

With its winged eye

It never left

And never intended leaving