To a Butterfly (see poem)

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prompt adapted from Dreambird

To a Butterfly:

A butterfly’s naught but some scraps of silk
Attaching to a slender armature.
And yet, what magic when they and their ilk
Fly in to take my summer garden tour.

The Monarch, noblest as its name implies,
Its wings aflame with ermine borderlines,
Alights, and sips some nectar; then it flies
Straight towards the sun; I have to shield my eyes

To watch its glorious flight — but then, no, STOP!
A blur of fluffy fur across the frame:
My monstrous kitten, for whom life’s a game

And lives not his of less than no account,
Has snatched this Icarus out of thin air
And shreds it, carelessly; our world’s unfair.