Social Butterfly

There's no beauty in the fur of your wings When I catch you still and pin you down Why all the flowers you visit Are each more engrossing in its appeal And yet you irk my curiosity, your Splatter of glitter and color in dance, Across dulling terrains, faces, you're A beguiling lie, cloaked in motion All eyes on you, none the wiser You carry no weight of truth You don't bear the cold nor the rain But awaken a slumbering lust for cruelty, When all is said and all is done, I see your fragility, short-lived, vibrant, and free A foil to life's enduring strife and sorrow; So, you fleeting wandering, your fleeing I follow You hold us captive, against envy and reason Because there's beauty in the flutter of your wings