The Painted Lady sets high on her stool, the orange seat raised upon the velvet shreds and poised above the petals soft and brilliant; falling down to the tiny stroke of stem that rests them so comfortabley, all above the green grass.
The African look of her lower wing, a rapt feature that holds the eyes in tight, to see the hides of that one who did not get away, it splayed with a perfect V, and rounded out with four would-be eyes.
The wing above, the colors of orange and black that smooth like feathers attached to the head of the Prince, glaring out and down from the front.
Almost imperceptibly, the two eyes at the height of the wing, glaring out, making the creature seem to be three or four creatures, all watching, seeing, and looking down on us.
Keep watching the painted lady, but know, she is watching as well.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Terri Jo Littau
Woodward Oklahoma
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