There’s an abundance in the garden at the moment of these little guys,
and girls, I can’t tell the difference. I catch them quite frequently on the
back porch, for they fly in and somehow don’t have the wherewithal to work out
how to fly out again. I don’t like to think of butterflies as being dim witted,
but they flutter about aimlessly, for ages, up and down and left to right
around the windows, so I take pity on them, put them out of their misery and
release them back into the yard. Once out there though, they’re always out of
reach, just a beat of those wings away from being caught, so it’s actually
rather nice to be rewarded with a close up of one of my garden favourites.
Velvet wings flutter
in the palm
of my hand
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