butterflies and dogkisses

Butterfly where might you land

On top of the Zinnia

Or in the palm of my hand

Will you come to the garden?

We planted just for you

Drinking sweet nectar

Dancing the way you do

There are all your favorite flowers

We’ll watch you for hours

‘til the sun goes down

When you are not to be found

These butterflies didn’t come for flowers.  They have come for the sap seeping from a wounded Oak in my yard.

Keeper of dogkisses