One butterfly
Spies
A glint in his eye.
The birds sing as he cycles by.
Oh, why should he feel sad?
This life ain’t so bad
And besides
Woe betide he who would frown
When natural beauty abounds.
And now with wheels spinning free
He’s picking up speed.

Two butterflies
Tie
Knots in his stomach.
They love it when he goes too fast.
The wind whistles past
Vast
Oceans of air
That will mess up his hair
Though he no longer cares
Anymore
For all
Over-indulgence in vanities,
Vacuous vice.
Just once or twice,
Thrice,
Four times in five.
We forget we’re alive
And neglect to remind
Ourselves.

Wait, wait for me,
Oh great Mercury!
As late as you may be,
Will you wait for me?

Three butterflies
Realise,
When it’s time to depart,
They have tickled his ribs,
They have fluttered his heart.
But the starting is easy
Compared to the stop
And the bottom is hard
When compared to the top.