Monarch Butterfly…on cold, foggy day
I dreamt night before…I’d see one next morn’
Awoke to chilled nebula…gloom o’er gray
Prospects seemed dim…amidst climate forlorn
I soon was engulfed…in shrouded, wet brume
Heated vapor breath…adding to the mist
Oaken sentry’s…guard, terra firma tomb
To wee orange fancy…I long to throw kiss
Mile upon mile…I trod on sodden grass
Spirits now dampened…like wet feet below
Then in murky air…something, flittered past
I followed, eyes dripping…hope, now aglow
A Lilliputian rainbow…now, I eye
Shimmering wings…bewitching butterfly
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