I opened the car door
And into my face
A butterfly flew.
(I got into its space.)
It fluttered around me
And then it alit
On the driver's side window,
In back, for a bit.
It seemed sorta sluggish
So sadly, I know
It missed the migration*
Where others did go.
It clung to the window
As if keeping track
Of a friend whose reflection
Was staring right back.
In maybe a minute
It flitted away
In search of a welcome
(Not likely Ole!)
*Monarchs migrate to Mexico.
Final word is pronounced o-lay)
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