Why are white butterflies always in pairs
Above the Morning Glory. I’ve wondered this
For years. I Google it and now know
It’s a mating ritual. I could have guessed.
They lay the flutes of their eggs on the undersides
Of cabbage leaves, hence their name,
Cabbage Moths. They flit-gleam-shine
In sunlight, their species forging through
Time, the female non-monogamous, cheating
Sweetly on her many mates, though she looks
Innocent as snow, her one-tone request:
“Impregnant me, please.” . Now she’s
Fluttering among the poppies, hungry
For pollen, hungry for love, her essence
Drawing the males far and wide, And her
Mug is all bulging compound eyes
And feathery antenna, that sexy curled
Probiscis that unfurls thin a s a willow.
And the boys overcome, overjoyed
At their luck, don’t know what to say
except, Wow, look at that!
