The Butterfly

There was this little yellow butterfly
Fluffy, gracious and hovering all about me
She seemed to be searching for my legs
Though shy she seemed, she kept flight
And at a point she came down to the floor
Flapping her little wings calm but swift
I watched her, trying to understand her gesture
With my hands moving slowly to her I went
And in few seconds, I was very close to her
She let me touch her yellow wings
And what a feeling I had!
Touching this pretty, small and gracious creature