By a gently flowing creek –

By a gently flowing creek –

I saw a swallowtail flutter

About my head, as though meek –

And land softer than a feather.

He was large enough, I swear –

To sit in all of my hand.

He did not mind that I was there

Or that I was entranced.

Soon, a second butterfly

Distracted him by swooping down –

His mate, I surmised.

How fiercely they swirled around!

Then breaking up, they moored

To sup water from the red rock

Like two tasters of one accord

Complimenting the good stock.

They bathed in the glorious sun –

Posing candidly in a beam –

As if to show their dalliance

Off for the wide world to see

Then came a convenient wind;

The two undocked at bay –

And taking quick advantage –

They sailed playfully away.