Flutter By

Flitter, flutter, flying by.
Is is a bird, a bat, a fly?
It flaps its wings, and buzzes past.
Whatever it is, it sure goes fast!

A little trail of sparkling dust
It leaves behind with winged gust.
And the glitter lands upon the floor,
The ceiling, the walls, and on the door.

Little wings flap, and make a buzz,
And then it's no longer where it was.
Where did it go? I cannot tell.
All I can hear is a ringing bell.

This flittering thing, it will not
Leave me alone so that I may jot
About other things, like heart or dove,
Or about being so deeply in love.