Every time the warm sunshine

Breaks through the leaden grey

It shines upon her delicate wings

And there she does safely stay

Until, she flexes her fragile frame

And decides to be very brave,

Then her beauty is revealed

By the way she does behave.

She dances around, yet alone

Amongst blood- red poppy flowers

And makes, although unaware,

Smiles peep between the bowers,

For then it is that some mice

And other creatures small

Dare to show themselves

And watch her give her all.

So happy are they to see

Such a pleasant show

That they often visit those poppies

As she make their hearts glow.






 
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