Let the Rumpus Begin!

Shakerag's spring has sprung! One Question Mark and one Mourning Cloak butterfly flitting and lighting, numerous no-see-ums stirring the leaf litter, and wildflowers poking up everywhere!

I Stopped Counting

at a dozen. 

At Lake Dimmick, 
Question Marks 
flew, sunned, folded and unfolded wings, 
flitted like leaves 
scattered and scattering 
on gravel, sand, and grass. 
Perhaps many just emerged. 
A number looked fresh, bright, whole, 
but others' wings were already bitten and torn.
The Internet says to call
a group of butterflies 
a swarm, 
a colony,
a rabble, 
a flight, 
a kaleidoscope, 
a cloud.
Polygonia interrogationis:
I have no question,
only this exclamation:
O frabjous day!