Mr. O'Conner had a butterfly wife
And kept her in a cage over 34th and Prime.
He supposed she was fragile,
(and maybe she was because he supposed)
(things sometimes happen that way)
For she looked small and tired all the time.
So Mr. O'Conner locked the cage every day,
While she took the pills that he’d brought,
And he said she might dust the china,
(only if she was feeling up to it)
(though he knew very well the maid would dust on Thursday)
Or open the window if it grew hot.
And once, when it was very, very cold and windy,
He told her, "Shut the window and wear a sweater today."
But when he returned, the window was open,
(he could have sworn he saw her shut it)
(or maybe she’d left it ajar)
And his butterfly wife had flown away.
(things sometimes happen that way)
Reason for writing:
The words "butterfly wife" just popped into my head. And this is what came out of it.
Birth sign: Virgo
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