Morning After

In the dark of night

under mosquito netting

in my jungle bed

I hear soft thuds and thumps

of flying things

in my room.

I close my eyes

and sleep.

In the morning

a man comes

to clean my room

tuck up the netting 

and sweep.

In his dust pile

I find the wings

of a green-banded Urania.

So much beauty

should not be

swept aside.

I ask if I may keep 

the butterfly.

    This is not the first time  I have searched the morning sweepings for colorful specimens.  I had a good selection of pink months one summer when I attended a writers retreat at Wild Acres in North Carolina.  Isn't the iridescent blue and the green bands pretty?  What other things can you think of that are blue?  Try writing a blue poem today.  Oh, I'm getting hungry for blueberry pie just thinking of blue.  Have fun.