My puppy has discovered butterflies.

He does not know their name,

or why the flutter –

tantalizing –

just out of reach.

He only see white gossamer wings

as they float and dart.

He only knows

that he is captivated by their flight.

And so,

although they’re always just ahead

or flitting up too high,

he leaps and bounds in his pursuit

delighted by the joy of seeking

whether or not he ever captures

what he seeks.