By: Pylades Posted on: March 28, 2004
With footfalls like pinpricks the Red Admiral's walking
Along on a branch toward his Red Lady Love;
All day he's been Sweet-Tangerine-Nectar stalking,
Now sweet treats he brings her, his amour to prove.
It's not quite a footfall,
And not quite a heartbeat,
It's the strum of the wing
Of the Red Admiral.
With heartbeats unheard but to smallest animules
The Red Admiral's suit, just as pressed, is approved;
She grants him to mount her, o'er her now his love rules,
And I, watching fast, fast to my song am moved.
It's not quite a footfall
And not quite a heartbeat,
It's the strum of the wing
Of the Red Admiral.
With footfalls as gentle as his I come walking
To the windowsill o'er which the hand of my Love
Accepts my small gift; the Dream-Bugs I've been stalking,
Which I give to her now, as my amour to prove.
It's not quite a footfall
And not quite a heartbeat,
It's the strum of the wing
Of the Red Admiral.
With heartbeat aroused, she watches the animules
Mate, and she smiles, my present's approved.
His passionate flutter, his light toe-tap Love rules,
And she, watching fast, fast to passion is moved.
By not quite a footfall,
By not quite a heartbeat,
By the strum of the wing
Of the Red Admiral.