By a gently flowing creek –
  I saw a swallowtail flutter
About my head, as though meek –
  And land softer than a feather.

He was large enough, I swear –
  To sit in all of my hand.
He did not mind that I was there
  Or that I was entranced.

Soon, a second butterfly
  Distracted him by swooping down –
His mate, I surmised.
  How fiercely they swirled around!

Then breaking up, they moored
  To sup water from the red rock
Like two tasters of one accord
  Complimenting the good stock.