With the pureness of moon light, she roams out and about.
A butterfly hunter is also walking, out and about, seeking to take a glance
at the natural beauty of butterflies.
“Look at me she says”,
Words that hit the butterfly hunter like flashing colours of sunset
He is staring at a creature, which has golden rays raising from the hidden side of the hills
“come, lets paint some love”
A hunter hears the words, again, only this time, they hit him like, a warm peck.
Then, a butterfly glides by, its beauty enchanting, the hunter stares in awe,
What a beauty she is, the hunter tends to think.
Then, a flash light blinds him.
There is a whirl wind, of spectacular alluring colours.
A whirl wind so bright, so beautiful, it keeps moving round and round. The dance.
Rhythmic whirlwind, he feels a heart throbbing force, his heart beats to the rhythm.
This time, the butterfly hunter ignores another butterfly flying by,
Its beauty is no longer enchanting. Enchanting is a word for the peacock dance he is watching
Like Alice in wonderland
She delights him. With every new dance move, he changes into a poet.
“want a dance?” she says.
He picks a pen.