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