Cradle leaf

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From: viceroy at gate.net  (Anne Kilmer)
Date: Sun, Mar 12, 2000 2:58 PM
Message-id: <38CBAA13.5D774407 at gate.net>

I have here a short little poem by my mother, Frances Frieseke, who grew
up in Normandy. 
It's pretty, but, as far as i know, entomologically speaking, she is all
wet. I suspect she has a moth here. 
But I don't know. So I submit it for your perusal. 

Cradle leaf

Her soft wings still, 
Her brightness folded,
The butterfly,
Mild and unquestioning,
clinging in death 
To the curled leaf
Where lie the fruit
Of many flying hours,
Unknowing, throws her shadow
Over the seedling promise
Of how many wings? 
......

What do you think? Are there any butterflies (or moths, come to that)
that do this? 
Anne Kilmer
South Florida
 >>

The poem is lovely and it doesn't matter if it's a moth or butterfly.  To me it
is of the end of a life toiling to find safe harbor for her eggs .
and the promise of new beginnings
Roger