Great Start
A black butterfly visits
a morning display
of dew wet flowers.
No concern about the mere mortal
tending the garden.
It's soon joined by
a phalanx of small whites.
Handmaidens
to a royal presence.
The beauty brazenly sits
on an extended hand.
Opening and closing wings
while surveying the feast of nectar before it.
The tiny whites move as if
dancing to an unheard melody.
My day is off to a great start.
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