I am grateful for bugs and butterflies.

Vines eaten, leaves are fringe – I wonder where the Caterpillar is!

Gone, Grown, from the Chrysalis has flown.

Oh favorite toy of spaniel dog, hidden in the night,

Today, even the cat can’t catch you in flight –

filling my garden with delight,

butterfly metaphors burst forth from the flowers for hours and hours. and I am grateful.