Butterfly

A little butterfly
fluttered by and
landed on the table.
Right in front of me.

Its brown speckled wings
moved, almost imperceptibly,
up and down, at about
100 beats per minute.

After a minute or so,
it flew up, only to land
on my right hand.

He sat still
for just a moment,
then twirled upwards,
in a spiral, and landed
on my left arm.

All the while I talked to him,
speaking softly,
and admiringly.

Then he flew off, describing
two widening spirals in the air,
avoiding several large spider webs.

It felt like we waved our goodbyes
like two old friends,
after an afternoon riding
on their motorbikes.