Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Red Admiral

A butterfly lit atop the wood block, stretched its wings several times, then settled in for an afternoon siesta, soaking in the 5:00 sun.
Admire the admiral: his jaunty epaulets of red, white, and blue; his wings as intricately mottled as any Florentine marbled paper; his snappily striped antennae; his proud proboscis and wildly dotted eyes.Camouflage or costume -- his dress uniform deserves my salute.

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