A Moment's Visit

A brown-winged Lepidoptera alights My sweaty hand and tentatively flaps Its delicate wings in morning sunlight. What seemed to me a long time was perhaps A moment or two that it lingered there. It unfurled its proboscis and began To dab and suck a sweat bead with great care Unaware that it was the broth of Man. I watched its skittish profile while it supped: Its unblinking compound eye, antennae Feeling the ambient air while lapping up The last of the bead, turned and looked at me. I said, hello you little butterfly It then took flight and I uttered… good-bye!