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.