Sweet little butterfly dreams

Maybe I'll curl up now

and read

a good book.

I notice her library is impressive

so I'll take

a closer look.

There's fresh fruit

on the table

and nice warm air

while it's freezing outside

so what do I

care?

Oh what a pretty baby you have

as I land gently

on his nose.

He sleeps through

this world

missing all of its woes.

It's time for a nap

to escape that trip

down south.

Even his mother is yawning

and she can't close

her mouth.

Paradise is right here

for a lucky butterfly

like me

to be sheltered inside

away from

winter's misery.

I sit here and gaze

through this pane

of glass

as a prima donna

who was chosen

to lay back on her ass.

So I skiped the migratory blues

to keep my color

and my wings.

Naturally this is the aria

in which any butterfly

sings.

Happiness is all around this home

and bursting

at the seams

for a butterfly looking outside

harboring

these sweet little dreams.

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