LOOK A BUTTERFLY

The life of a butterfly is one of greed

to satisfy a hunger a consequence of need

In the early stages the voracious worm indulges

succulent fronds destroyed, Nature ill fated

Devouring the green, acquiring a sheen

A swath of waste lies in its wake

an appetite it strives to slake

until when finally fed up and fulfilled

it rests on silken bed all spun and frilled

transformation hidden, entry forbidden

The changing room locks unhinge and

the creature all flushed and colour tinged

escapes its close confines, examines its outlines

gets ready for plunder after two weeks of hunger

while the world looks on in wonder

It cares not for its own coat of many colours

unaffected by the praise of others

Purposeful flight in search of nectar

found in the inner rooms of consenting blooms

while bystanders marvel the work of the creator

And after it has drunk its fill, it steps off

only to drink from another trough

The day wears on and tired wings close at last

Only to ascend on the morrow, no lent, no ramadan, no fast

Eat, sleep, a flutter of wings till the next repast