First Butterfly

There it goes, fluttering about.

High and low.

So happy and free.

The sun’s warmth, reflecting off angelical wings.

Listening to the churp as the cardinal sings.

It pauses, only to look,

before flying through the chain link fence.

Is there no other to be found?

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About writingtonight

I am a writer living in Cincinnati, Ohio with my wife Colleen. We have two children; Noah who lives in Norwich, New York and a daughter Katie, living with her family in Alexandria, Kentucky. She has blessed us with two adorable grandchildren. I have written a memoir adventure called A Photo-Finish while living and working in Yellowstone National Park, a fantasy short story Magnolias and my latest, a potty training book It Can Happen Anywhere. I attended 2 years at Suny Morrisville College where one of my favorite authors attended and taught, John Gardner. I will always write arduously looking for the truth my characters reveal to me in their stories. Randall Johnson
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