A Creature

by Krystina Murphy aged 15

A creature so small and innocent.
Whose wings are delicate but beautiful.
A creature who flutters its wings in the wind.
Whose presence makes people smile.

A tiny creature, yes indeed.
Who’s often found in the spring.
A creature that appears all around.
Who’s easily found.

A creature that can bring so much joy.
Who started from a small cocoon.
A creature who is surely beautiful.
Who makes the world a brighter place.

A creature that is surely known.
Whose wings may sparkle as they are shown.
A creature with much delight.
Who spreads its wings and takes to flight.

A creature that is magnificent.
Whose beauty is always different.
A creature who has many varieties.
Whose body goes through a big change.

A creature who started as a caterpillar.
Who transferred from a cocoon that matters.
A creature that stuns us to say, “My, oh, my.”
Who we can call a butterfly.

3 Responses to “A Creature”

  • isabelle furnelll

    I’m only 7 years old can you look at my poem’s search
    for I want a gold fish, Don’t hug me I love my sister,
    I love poems and my last on My dream.

    Reply
  • isabelle furnelll

    can you write a comment when you look at them I love
    your poem!

    Reply
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