Butterflies hang together
in tight and close formations.
Framed and pinned to ivory muslin
upon the study walls.
Pairs of shiny goggled eyes
stare forever up
through the clear glass sky.
Each tiny leg is crouched in readiness.
Their extended wings of brilliant colors wait,
eager to soar and hunt the taunting rainbow.
This fearless squadron would soar
with but a single moments notice;
oh, that unsuspecting arc
would never see them come.
But it is for them the trap is set,
the lofty spectrum thirsts for their color.
Hiding among the clouds,
the ever-hungry lure.
Their collective breath stays clenched,
the days return to dusk.
Wings lay poised and dusty,
in prayer for mass ascent.