I adore blue butterflies 

Their translucent wings 

Are not totally transparent 

But are clear enough 

For the light to filter through 

We are nearing my home town 

Ten For The Turkeys 

Monica is asleep 

In the back seat 

Dreaming of blue butterflies 

As I often do 

The Basic Hills are to my right 

Our stone cottage 

Is coming into view 

We are nearing perfection 

A happiness is beginning to overwhelm me