Butterfly Code
The white wings flash in scattered flight
Bobbing over wafting breezes,
Spreading quick, little messages
In unpredictable teases.
Perhaps it is in semaphore-
Each gesture studied and well set-
Unrecognizable to us;
A message to those who abet.
If not, then happy circumstance
Waved those wings over, near to me -
Tiny, white yoyo expressions
Flying in perfect symmetry.