Butterfly Dreams
Might butterflies have thoughts, have dreams?
I doubt that man can know
Though beautiful to see in flight
They hatch where flowers grow
And not to please the eye of one
That's merely passing by
Reminding him of passion's dance
Mute fireworks, distant sky.
Are colors all that draw them in
Does nectar have a link?
Is sweetness by itself a draw
That doesn't fill a sink,
Bereft of color still have pull,
A fragrance that it owns,
Or value that's more limited
A 'white noise' blend of tones?
Most butterflies take meals through straws
They join with after birth!
I gasp to share in Nature's awes,
The miracles of Earth!
'Proboscis' it rolls up, unrolls
To plumb a plume's display,
Where nectar hides from dawn's patrols,
That swells in Spring's foreplay.
If you have had such thoughts as these
The truth is Science knows
And shares with us that butterflies
Both smell and taste with toes!
Was I surprised to hear this fact!
They smell before they see,
And scent hits other notes as well,
A fragrant symphony!
Long Tooth
July 7th in 2019
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