Blue Morphos

Two blue morphos

Sit on a page

Of fairytale,

A collector controls

 

The storybook�"

Is actually in reverse,

As is everything in the universe

 

That this collector controls

 

But two morphos

Fly freely

Pale moonlight, reflection,

Willow wisps in the night

Not at all frightened when the collector

Smashes their wings to prevent

Flight

 

Now they are two blue morphos

Sitting on a page

Of fairytale

When the collector releases them

To fly, fly away