They call them fuzzy butterlies

They call them fuzzy butterflies

with their bulbous bead eyes and tiny frames

and imitated beauty.

They are worms with a thick wooly

Vender of superficial design and no masterful

spices to create the picturesque stain glass

cut-outs.

Perhaps they don’t lie and flutter and

run but fly and act, laughing at their

Roles in their play though their celebration

is unknown by us common beings who cannot

Speak their tongue. Are they more honest?

Disgusting, Their faces, up close

Brown stain glass is never looked for.

Black butterflies are my favorite with

A single white dot on each wing. There are no

Windows with tinted, colored, hand-cut glass to

block the bright green stems and dark green weeds

and the fresh yellow leaves.

Fuzzy butterflies aren’t always ugly

Not when they don’t get close. They don’t bother

with us and flutter past not caring.