The zesty little butterfly

Flitting around in a garden

Met an ant,

Climbing up the lily stalk.

Curious, she asked him

“Why come alone?

Where are the others?”

“I like being alone”,

He said.

“Is that fun?”

She asked.

Maybe you could come along

And see for yourself.

So off they went to the next flower,

Both seeking the sweet nectar.

On their way, the spoke

About their gardens, their paths,

Their families, their seasons.

He said he liked her beautiful wings,

And how she could fly high

To all those flowers and trees,

Making friends as she went.

She liked how he spoke,

About the streams and stars,

Of all the lands he had seen,

So sure of the pictures,

He could paint in her mind.

New buds opened and

The grass took on colour.

As usual, she waited to take him

To that new flower she’d seen.

But he said,

“I’m not sure I can take anymore

Of those colours on your wings.

Blinds me!

Why can’t you be like the dragonfly

Who has those glassy wings?

And I’m not up for anymore nectar.

Also, you visit far too many flowers.”

She said she’ll hide her wings

And try eating bark.

But when she attempted to

Move on the ground with him

He crawled ahead fast.

She couldn’t keep up, she realised.

The ground wasn’t her stride.

She then decided to

Let her wings spread

And fly back into the skies.

“So long dear friend”,

She called out to the ant.

“It was nice meeting you, but now

Let’s get on with our tasks”.