Peculiar nature

Butterflies and birds don't 
seem to want to flock fluttering 
in around me and perch on my 
outstretched arms, my waiting 
hands. Fingertips baited with 
outpouring love, but 

I guess they have all of that 
they need, right now. That's 

okay. I can just stand here 
looking like an idiot 
for them