Lepidoptera,
what a pretty word for  
not quite birds,  
not quite angels,  
not quite bugs,  
not quite devils.  

Their scales are faint,  
carrying the weight  
of shifting tides  
across the world
or maybe  
even the rocks  
where the aliens sleep.  

Ah,  
Lepidoptera,
what a pretty word  
to hold the fear  
of an ever-changing universe.