Butterflies Made Of Butter

Vintage Words
Yellow flight will make it across
the lawn in yellow wings tipped
with black. Where did you come and
how here to make me envious?
Can I come? No time even 
to stop to smell a rose or lick
a zinnia. Busy, there you go.
Can I leave gravity defied,
understand wind and current,
and how to avoid predators?
How did your wings get
so yellow, webbed by black,
to make me wish I was
shorter of life span
and able to fly?
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