Calling the Butterflies

Unknown rangers of the Wild,

Light on your wings, twitchy in the Dark,

Do you hear my cry?

I carry no grief in my voice, 

No knowing of the human kind. 

I wander in this four-limbed state,

Looking for answers, finding them,

Only through serendipity, while I Pray. 

Unknown rangers of the Wild,

I have heard of you again and again,

Your dance filling up pages,

Too many of them in magazines,

Or imaginings of the soul's highway –

Wondering if I belong where

In the tar of night, you take flight. 

I have referred to your four-stage craze,

The many tipping points 'tween Life and Death. 

Unknown rangers of the Wild,

The swish of my life-skirt

Matches the music of your spots,

Which through ache and tight have emerged -

Splashes of colour in the sky!

Unknown rangers of the Wild, 

The Forest Woman in me sings,

Sets the bonfire alight, 

The most delicious tea swirling in a cup,

In wait for you to come by.