There is a sweet beautiful Monarch butterfly that stops by at the back

of my mansion. Well, is not a mansion. Actually a castle. Anyway. She

flutters around as a silly girl with her wings grazing my cheeks.

Flying and flying and fluttering around me. I tell her to stop and let me

see her motionless. I hold her delicate wings with two fingers.

Place her in the palm of my hand. She is as beautiful as a rainbow.

I look at her eyes. Her face. She moves her wings gently as if

reciprocating to my silly crazy demands. I don’t want her to leave. But

I want her to continue her flying. She is so beautiful. As a dream.

I like to think that she is my brother visiting me. In the shape of a

butterfly. But, that makes me look even crazier. Regardless, I

appreciate her visits to my garden. Thank you, sweet butterfly.

Ernesto Onofre