Dance with a Butterfly..

This field of daisies (or whatever they are.. green thumb I'm not) are taller than I am, and Mrs. Monarch had a fancy for mid-field nectar. I had 3 minutes left on my lunch walk, and after agreeing to be my partner, she led me on a waltz. First one direction, then another, always a proper arm's length between us. Alas, this was her final bow before flying to greener pastures. She held her pose for a fleeting moment, and I'm lucky to have had the dance.

Thank you Mrs. Monarch.