Painted Lady Poem by Onuora ilodibe

Vanessa cardui
Sometime in July noticed her presence
Upon blooming verdant lush thistles
Like thoughts prickles
Morning dew glisten off raising sun
Some things are natural as they come
Aesthetic and fragile
A touch of spectacle to reflect upon
Abreast with nature you will hear her call
Clicking sounds and whistles
Unspoken words but sounds mellifluous
Strumming every cord to piece-up a song
Morning she comes painted lady Colorful on thistle's thongs
As a boy she snapped my love
Playing in the tropical woods
Little do I know of her life cycle a
She would last a day or two
Floating beautifully the thin air Her multicolored wings.