Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Not This Butterfly

I hear you sing your song about

How you can't stop thinking of me,

That you are so lonely without

My changing your life so sweetly.

You sing of walking all alone

The wintry city streets at night,

Singing in such a so sad tone

Of wishing I'd not taken flight.

Call me your butterfly, you do,

Want me to fly into your hand.

But far away from you I flew,

Something you just can't understand.

This butterfly cannot trust that

Line coming from a hungry cat.