Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I just had to
write a poem,
then I spied
a little white
butterfly from
the train...fluttering

in the garden near my house
where i throw frisbee for mister dog
the white butterfly came to us

it seems
the white butterfly
has a song
beyond itself

there is little doubt there is poetry in all living creatures....particularly the ones that can fly

the white butterfly
flies into a sunny day
on musical breeze