Tonight, I glimpsed a butterfly.

My mind was poured full of delight

At such exquisite beauty, and romance

Bewildered me where I did stand.

Romance gave way to wary hunter.

Cared I for fragile wings? Oh no. The sight

Had sent me through the door, for her light dance

Must be netted and jarred! This deed I planned.

But what is this? To my surprise the shy

Astaire has vanished. Breezes soft were right

To loft the innocent away by chance.

From high God smiles and gives no reprimand.

~By James Gass