Painted Lady

Painted Lady
Photons penetrate the translucent membranes beating against wind
Swimming through air
The painted lady brings a shift in the axis of the planet
Time for spring I say!
Migrating on schedule
Swarms of butterflies release from the stomach of a cocoon womb
Into the vast wilderness of human society
A buffoon’s doom
She spent months in hibernation generating apparatus
Now its show time
Time to show off your beautiful orange and black patterns
The black and white painted tips of her wings allows her to have a unique identity
Black and white seem to be the fashionable print this spring
Oh well, better to look like a zebra than an ass
Or Mule used as a garden tool
Ho with a badonkey butt
She is ignorant to the fact that to the naked eye she looks like all the other painted ladies
I like to take my time to appreciate her presence
She never stops for me though
Never even pays me any attention
If I had a net I would catch her
Maybe pin her down and nail her
Then examine her with a magnifying glass
Or maybe put her in a jar
Recreate a natural habitat with a leaf and some twigs
Or put her in a jar with a bumble bee and let them battle!
No I will just watch her float pass me and not say anything to her
Later I will imagine what I coulda shoulda woulda did
I am satisfied with just seeing her
If we do talk it will most definitely be of the birds and the bees
They too are migrating
It’s mating season
Time for spring I say!