You want a lioness, but I
Am a butterfly:
You want sharp claws,
Not thin velvet wings
You want power
Racing across the plains, not
Fragility
Fluttering from blossom to blossom
You want a predator,
Not prey
I wish I were a lioness, too
But could it not be enough
To feed the flowers and rest
Languidly
In the faded sunlight of day\'s end?
To flit through life with
Such gentle wonder?
To be here and then gone,
With relish and
A cacophony of colors?