A silent movement
the sun becoming entangled among the bright shimmer  
of each delicate wing.

Microscopic gusts of wind
propel the critter forward in tiny flutters,
the sight bringing such joy to each onlooker that beheld it.

A child runs below,
clapping small hands together as it's joy overflows into the world around it.

But there is a man,
many years have hardened his face to the world.
as he sits
on a bench
the happy families,
the small child,
walk,run,skip,
straight by
without seeing a thing.
But he sees
and he knows
of what disaster such beauty can cause.