Wicked, wide wings flutter,
zoom past, with speed and precision.
Longing to see your colors up close,
waiting, wanting, patients prevails.
Bigger than most, your not fearful.
I wait and watch for you to settle in.
Flying from flower to flower,
wingspan as wide as my hand, you rest.
I move close, you wait.
I move closer still, you wait.
I see your wings sparkle in the sun.
I get closer and you look up at me,
with dark, curious, insect eyes.
Your head pivots toward me,
not afraid but interested.
Still, getting closer,
inching ever closer,
I focus, I aim and I shoot.
You pose, not scared by me
or by the camera.
I smile at you, for you appear
to understand my goal, my need.
You wait and watch, with amazing beauty,
as the shutter opens and snaps shut.
I have captured you, in all your beauty.
If I never see you again, I will never
forget the chance and moment with you.