The Painted Lady butterfly

This natural stunning beauty catches the eye

The colour of burning desire

Hues of black and orange as embers of fire

 

Fluttering on the summer breeze

Like fairies dancing upon Buddleia trees

Feeding on liquid nectar divine

Delicate, mirrored wings like silk so fine

 

Exquisite and with gentle grace

As is a pretty woman behind her made up face

In a flutter of wings, off she flies

Underneath camouflaged, like a moth in disguise

 

The Painted Lady butterfly

A colourful jewel, appealing to the human eye

Moths like unpainted butterfly

See them in a new light, dancing in the moonlit sky