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A Bird Bitten Butterfly Feeds on Purple
Sunday sonnet
This moth like butterfly depends on it.
Delphinium providing what she seeks.
Feels grandiose, this purple, I admit.
A hawk flys far above. It swoops and shrieks.
A fledgeling robin waits, might be the cause.
Bird bitten, the condition of one wing.
Eyes search. Hangs drinking, quenching, tiny claws,
a furry body, brownish coloring.
Proboscis probing deep like it’s her last
meal and it might be. Hope her eggs stuck tight.
This Silver-spotted Skipper holds steadfast.
Claws holding on to petal parts, bright white
with purple. Glad the written word allows
for majesty a color may arouse.

