It came to land on a daisy first.
It did not just flutter by. I think it knew I was watching it. Intent- so entralled was I. The yellow was soft in color like a pat of butter melting and dripping off the plate of flapjacks. The pin striping of stark black boldly flowed from wing to wing. The butterfly was wings open full bore when landing on a blossom. I don’t know where their eyes are but she saw me snap her lingering on the petals. It was joyous to share the time with sweet nature. We didn’t speak the same language, but we shared common ground. I hope she was as fascinated with me as I with her.
It was a good day.
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