Frantic in its flutter,
White on its wings.
Clinging to the clover,
Thistles and other things.
Smelling sweet shrubs,
Loving it's little larva.
Ringing the red roses.
Colourless like cava,
Petite but simply pretty,
Butterfly a beauty.
Cabbages or clovers...
Stunning but not snooty.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Paper wings, a sequence of disguise. Springs rainbow of delight, multi-coloured surprise. Resting on the blossomed, fluttering through rays of light. A peacuful existance, brightening up days plight.
Challenge set by@eddie12309. I saw this beautiful poppy. Bent down to see it close. I love the fragility of its petals. Almost see through like a ghost. The sweet smell of poppies.
Pounding heart at a million per second, Her fantastic speed is a force to be reckoned, Dust scatters wildly as her claws scrape through, Lunging forward as if she has nothing to lose, Speeding up,...
Silver wings, Laced with blue. Fluttering in the breeze, Fresh and new. Gold specks, Traced around. Flying high, Without a sound. Made to fly, With its shiny wing. Butterfly fly, Breathe, sing.
Withered leaves and crooked branches, Snow falls in mini avalanches. Undergrowth with paw prints scattered, Mud and rain on tree trunks splattered.
You spin a web, Of silver thread, And taunt me as- I go to bed... You inspire fear, Despite your size, Smother in cobwebs, The bugs and flies.
In a spiral of gold, ruby, and copper leaves tumble from the gnarled branches. A magnificent carpet of colours line the woodland paths. Cool winds carry the fiery foliage softly through the icy air.
A rabbit in the green. White and so clean. It jumps free. And the woods where it would be. It jumps around. And it hears every sound. White and fluffy with a pink nose. It's cute and everyone knows.
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