I jumped back into bed,
And pulled the covers over my head.
A myriad of butterflies swarmed.
They blocked the sun.
He thanked me profusely,
Until
I rose and walked away.
A green smell caught my eye.
And a pine needle stuck to my foot.
I jumped back into bed,
And pulled the covers over my head.
A myriad of butterflies swarmed.
They blocked the sun.
He thanked me profusely,
Until
I rose and walked away.
A green smell caught my eye.
And a pine needle stuck to my foot.
Where is the picture? 🙂