The brown butterfly,
Hides upon a dying tree,
Hoping the monarchs won't see him.
Because they tease and make fun,
Who can blame the brown butterfly,
For wishing he was like them.
As the others fly past,
In a bright whirl of colours,
He hids himself; darkened and dim.
For he is the unwanted brown butterfly,
Hiding on the dying tree limb.
A contest entry
- PRE-WRITES WITHOUT TROPHIES ONLY by lindaburns.
1300 points, ended December 13, 2007, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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For he is the unwanted brown butterfly,
Almost makes me wish the teasing Monarchs would
(because of their showiness) be noticed by some
butterfly eating creature. Thanks for the entry.
Good luck.

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Awww this is sad, this entry would have made my contest 20 times harder to judge! Thank you for penning this and then telling me about it even though you missed the contest. I am sorry you missed out
This is a beautiful piece about the true ill of society. Thank you again!!




