Frail (the daily prompt)

I watched the flicker of colour, dancing around the shrub, frenzied flutter of gossamer wings  as though in disbelief at the hot summer day. The nectar is the air must have been heady and for a few seconds I tried to imagine how intoxicating the scent must be to this frail butterfly. 

I sat captivated by this non stop, flickering dance, wondering how something so delicate could beat so fast. Wondering just how intoxicating this scent must be to force such a frenzied dance in such a short life span.

In response to the daily prompt – Frail

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