Mademoiselle Papillon

Flittering along with gossamer wings She espied the lemony yellow rose Alighting gently, her place to repose Quietly, her thoughts vague whispery things She’d flown from up north where the cold wind stings Now basking in the sun’s glows Plants and shrubs in haphazardly strewn rows Resting, listening to natural things Searching miles for her nurturing milkweed Living to lay eggs, her purpose in life Never stopping to question reasons why Performing her duty, her inner need Accomplishing with little or no strife The short but sweet life of this (Monarch) butterfly