Transparent wings
of coloured scales,
daring swings
and downward sails
are a far cry
from butterfly.
The stain
of a festival
in the Irish name
fits the bill.
Is teideal an dáin
é féileacán.
Multiple kaleidoscopes
this year:
Reds, whites, heliotropes
career
as Red Admirals
and Painted Ladys
pied en diagonale
in dainty batterie.
A Peacock proper
displays no feathers
and a Small Copper
Monets the heathers
like a still life variation
of a Speckled Wood's confrontations.
A winner adjective
is army as given
to a caterpillar collective:
Larvae security driven
to maturity perfective.
(Explanation: We are currently enjoying an abundance of butterflies, notably more than last year. This August was the first time (in my memory, we definitely had even more butterflies around when I was a child)I saw a Small Copper which, although I have tried to explain otherwise, my children think is a baby butterfly.)
