almost,
but not quite
ambiguous....
sadness in flight

a butterfly,
caught out
by  a sprinkler,

drifts, disabled
to the ground
and lies there,
flapping, weakly
til death comes.

there is a larger
truth hidden here...
behind the destruction
of  fragile beauty

but it is lost.....
as the ants find
the exquisite  feast
and  i turn my attention
elsewhere....