Butterfly Fate

I found a dead butterfly today
on a rusty dirt mound it lay
as though it fell from the sky
knowing I might stroll by.

With wings intact it felt its own fate
when bird chirped and dropped the days bait
to tumble and softly float
down then await my note.

Silver spot ablaze with orange hue
is natures best gift to slip through
but gasp as I spy this scene
Death in beauty—serene.