Painted Ladies.
Sharing the migration of Painted Ladies
in but a few words seems
near to being a mission impossible.
Nobody knows how a butterfly remains
airborne as nothing at all
seems to keep afloat its fragile body.
Yet with flicker of delicate know-how
the insect defies predictions
in two thousand miles of endurance.
Gripping the ether mindfully power
skilled wings twist in gossamer
fight against odds on naught but dew.
Food quest assists the swirl and dip
of diaphanous combat before
winds and wet of journey\'s exposure.
Yet on sensing fresh pasture glisten
of shimmering velvet colours
new ground in victory\'s yearly show.
Transparency blown in by morning\'s
breeze lands by droves toward
feed leaving me butterfly-overawed.