Butterfly

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Butterfly

Postby GoldWyvern » Fri Mar 09, 2007 5:23 am

Beautiful butterfly, floating in the air
a symphony of colors, without a single bit of care
such grace and magic and whispering in nature,
an amazing creature, simple creature unrestrained
You are powerful to me, but thin as paper

I will destroy you.

Caressing the wind, you are
lifted up on an errant breeze, caring not, wanting not
Except me, you are drawn to me? As I am drawn to you.
You stayed away, so far.

Listen.

Butterfly, do you not realize what I am?
Do not come to me, even if your fascination equals my own.
I am as beautiful as your wings, but my strength
It is far more then yours, you know.
everywhere you are, my eyes follow.

Trapped.

What is it about you that draws you to me?
Is it the same flickering, hypnotic dance that forces me to you?
or something else, something I cannot guess?
You have strayed too close, and I cannot stop.
What has to be, has to be.

Broken.

I strike out, I cannot stop, don't you understand?
I warned you away, but now it's too late
Did you not see the death that I bring?
The price I demand?

And yet...

You flutter away, unharmed, untouched.
I knew this would happen, I hesitated, I paused.
I am a mystery even to myself. Such beauty as the butterfly
Amazing to me, floating in the wind. I choose not to harm you.

Be gone.

Catch the breeze, waft away, I am done with you
You will return another day, and we shall dance again
But for now, I lift myself up and walk away,
Your obsessive interest lost to me.

I am..

I am death, and I am beauty,
know me now, butterfly. Learn from me.
When you return to this place, I will be waiting
Hiding in perfect view, admired and feared
I am a perfect creature with a perfect name.

For I am..

the cat.

((Comments welcome.))
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Postby Seska Dragonslayer » Sun May 27, 2007 11:48 pm

Interesting. Normally I don't read poetry, but I did this one.

Thats one creative way of looking at cats and butterflies from the cats perspective :)
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Postby GoldWyvern » Tue May 29, 2007 9:56 pm

Wow! Someone actually replied! Thank you for your comments. :)

I wrote this after watching my cat. Wondering what he could possibly be thinking. His obsession with the flickering, moving objects around him are so instinctive, he can't stop - just like a dog can't stop catching a ball, no matter how tired he is.

Until, of course, finally he just plops down with his tounge out and a 'screw you' look in his eyes. Cats? Never get to that point. They simply wander away after a while, as if that thing that interested them to begin with never had.
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