Butterflug
Born 1946
How lovely the words that end in -ug,
Like sniffing the breeze with nose that is pug
While walking the park, a leisurely slug,
Who tumbles, pulled by a powerful tug
And falls in the arms of the mighty hug
Of the chrysalis home his nature has dug,
Transforms into a motionless grub
Sleeping as sound as a bug in a rug,
Then, grabbing a foaming genetic mug,
Drinks to the dregs the magical drug,
Happily cries a contented "Ugh!",
Changes into a butterflug
And into the sky
How lovely you fly
DayPoems Poem No. 2797
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2797.html">Adjectives of War 2001 by Timothy Bovee</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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