While reading the morning paper
by the garden
I saw a monarch fly by
and land among the dahlias
where the argiope
was displayed.
Neither a democrat nor
a republican she belonged
to a different genus,
once worm now butterfly.
But for the argiope
her genus was food.
Though she and the argiope,
for me, were works of art.
Both exquisite
to be sure.
Things of beauty and wonder.
But nature has her own way.