Fall of a butterfly
From the top of a tree
a butterfly fell
in a spiral, soft and dead
It was mostly black
with a dash of white
and a tiny spot of red
A brahminy kite
with its watchful eye
circled overhead
The sky was deep
and it was blue
holding all that's ever been said
The banana leaves
moved in the breeze
beside the bamboo shed
The cat went by
on the garden wall
careful with its tread
It was all so quiet
and things went on
but the butterfly that was dead.