Poem Guessing Game: What Am I? #15

What Am I? # 15

Deneale K. Williams, Yahoo Contributor Network
Nov 16, 2007

This is a poem which is also a game. Play along, what is the shame? In the comments section, let us know if you figured it out, if you didn't- there's no reason to pout!

 

 

 
CLUES:
I have wings, and I can fly,

I fly fast and way up high.

Before I flew I used to crawl,

An inch at a time, and that was all.

We often stop to smell the roses,

And you cannot see our noses!

Different sizes, colors and shapes-are how we are known,

Where the land is warm, we call that home.

We make a tent to change into flight,

And stay there for many a night.

We make no noise that you can hear,

And in the Winter-we disappear.

Nibbling on leaves is how we live,

And beauty is what we give.

One thing we don't understand,

Is the name you gave-it's too bland!

My friends and I have voted, and we say:

Change our name to "Beautifly" today!



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What am I?

 

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A butterfly (and sometimes even a Moth)

Published by Deneale K. Williams