My Little Friend & Me

The tickling sensation on the tip of my nose would not stop. I try hard not to flip my palms over my face to swat whatever that is disturbing my basking hours in the field. The fluttering kept up and I opened my left eye as lazily as a person possible could. Then I opened the other one, just to make sure that I am seeing the right thing. There upon the tip of my nose set a yellow butterfly, in all its' glory, starring right back at me. "Didnt your mommy teach you not to stare at people?" I asked the little butterfly, not expecting it to bother at all. But my, oh my, to my supprise, this little one replied back to me, "Yes, she did. But I am so tired from flying and your nose looked so invitingly stable for me to and on. I am sorry that I stared at you but you see, I was a little afraid that you would shoo me away so I was just looking out for myself." I hastened myself to assure my new found little friend that she need not fear me and I asked her if she would like to play in the field with me. We swirled and twirled through the high grass. We played in the bubbling brook near by. We gathered pollen in our palms and blew it into the wind and watched it, as it merrily bobbed and floated away in the kool spring breeze. We hung upside down from the small oak tree and watched the world go by and the clouds form shapes in the blue sky. As the sun began to dip over the tall pine trees up on the hills, we decided to go our own way. But we promised each other that we would meet again to play early morning the next day. I ran home as fast as my little feet would take me down the meadow to where I lived in the little cottage with my parents.

Jinni ®
29 August 2006, 04:16PM