On Seeing A Peacock Butterfly Poem by Angela Wybrow

Your stunning beauty, you are willing to share,
As you flutter so silently through the spring air;
You dart and you dive; you whizz and you wind,
As I embrace your distraction into my mind.

For a moment or two, you rest on the ground,
But you are soon off again, haring around;
Your painted wings are a real work of art,
And, seeing you dance, brings joy to my heart.

Your dazzling beauty really catches my eye,
But there are many other folk who simply pass by;
A sense of keen curiosity seizes my mind,
But, to your existence, many others seem blind;

Whilst around this spot, I quite happily hover,
By your boundless beauty, many others aren't bothered:
They may have spied your species before,
But, surely, of such beauty, folk never grow bored?

With their minds set upon a million other things,
Perhaps they don't notice your breath-taking wings?
Wings of bright yellow always bring me delight,
But you are a much rarer and more beautiful sight.

I follow you closely for a short while,
And, upon my face, you've painted a smile;
Being faster than me, you soon fly away,
Oblivious to the fact that you've brightened my day.