Day 9 – Of Smeared Rainbows

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Of Smeared Rainbows

The path
beyond my
unkempt garden
led me to a black
butterfly fluttering
on fearless currents,
his plain beauty
apparent
even
in morning
shade before the
first glint of rising
sunlight kissed corners of
his wings, igniting
reality
with a
firestorm
of hues.

He is hunted,
snatched from the sky,
knitter of rainbows, felled
killed in the dayglow
by the Anglo-
All-American calico
everyone knows well,
who left it smeared
on the pavement
after becoming bored
from batting the life
from the bite-sized
black body.

The dead butterfly
never even knew he was
being hunted down.

He was
probably altogether
unfamiliar with the very concept,
as he was preoccupied with
feeding on milkweed
and finding a mate.

I wish I could explain it to him.

It would probably blow his tiny mind
to know that some creatures hunt and kill,
shortening a life to extend their own.

I wonder
how he would react
to learning that
some creatures
also hunt and kill
at random
because they’re just
passing the time,
as was the case
with his chaotic,
chubby
calico assailant.

I can’t talk to butterflies,
as we haven’t yet broken
the language barrier.

I don’t know where
that breakthrough falls
on the scientific scale.

I can’t see it ranking
up there with
reversing climate change,
curing cancer, or
perfecting erection pills.

So, I won’t be talking
to butterflies
anytime soon.

I won’t try talking with
that butterfly in particular
because he’s dead.

Smeared on the pavement
by a well-fed, bored calico cat.
***

Written for NaPoWriMo Day 9 prompt: “write a poem in which something big and something small come together.”

2 thoughts on “Day 9 – Of Smeared Rainbows

  1. It is a pleasure to read such a beautifully expressed heartfelt genuine poem. ‘A firestorm of hues”
    great image.
    Cancer would have been cured decades ago if all the butterflies were understood. No environmental or penis problems either LOL Science is only one tool in the solution tool kit.
    Thought provoking and good discussion topics for a boozy Sunday lunch.
    So what are you doing for the weekend?

    Like

  2. Barry, this is amazing, particularly, these lines:

    “It is hunted,
    snatched from the sky,
    knitter of rainbows, felled
    killed in the dayglow
    by the Anglo-
    All-American calico
    everyone knows well,
    who left it smeared
    on the pavement”

    There is incredible imagery throughout the poem, it pulls the reader in, grips, and doesn’t let go.

    Like

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