The last flight of the butterfly

This beauty had obviously had enough of the el scorchio heat today. I found him/her on his/her last legs in my garden.

It passed away quietly, no fuss.

Thank you for your dignity, your fragility.
I love to watch you,
You delicate creatures
Floating and flitting around the garden.
Ethereal and light as a feather.

And now you're no more.

Clinging to the last vestiges of life.

And now the faint light of life snuffed out like a candle in a breeze.

Goodbye little one. Fare thee well.

Night.