Flitter and Flutter

Dedicated to my friend, Corina, who gave me the idea...

The flitting and flutter
And flashing of wings,
The color of a canvas
With plenty of paint.
Splashed and stroked,
And touched by a master,
This fellow carried his art
Like it didn't matter!
I watched him as he wobbled
From one flower to another
Seemed he wasn’t content
Sniffing this bud or that nector.
He’d alight delicately on a petal
With magical dancing feet
As if to follow the drum
Of a mystical drum beat.
This was a fine day for watching
With just warmed sun
Like the dawn of a red sky
With clouds just having fun
The leaves of my shrubs
Reaching once more the orb
It’s burning not yet arrived
Yet proclaiming its domain as lord
The butterfly flew on,
Content with the pursuit
Of daisies and roses,
Even a dandelion or two
Finally, on his mission complete
He flew off around my head
As if to say, you silly man
You only have two feet!