Tail Of A Butterfly Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm a lycaenid butterfly,
A Scarlett gal to be exact.
A patch of flowers I do spy.
I love the nectar - that's a fact!
I land on one enticing bloom,
Uncoiling my probiscis tongue.
O'er a shadow could mean my doom.
A predator bird, fate has brung.
My tail is really a false head
That lures the bird to the wrong end.
My tail is gone, but I'm not dead,
More nectar bar blooms to attend.

As all us Scarletts like to say,
'Tomorrow is another day.'