There was an Angel who liked to collect butterflies
Casting a net of subtle songs of brown eyed lullabies
Butterflies memorized, stop to listen, then forgot to fly
Admiring them enhanced Angel's beauty as she sings
Asleep the butterflies dreamed of freedom...on their wonderful wings
Oh, Angel paused the lullaby to sneeze...one woke up startled,
And took to the breeze...
By Howard SERGIO Tucker © April 8, 2011
