Yesterday a giant swallowtail butterfly paid a visit to our house.
It must've been resting from a long flight, as it stayed motionless
for quite a while.
We were in photo mode.
The butterfly was an lucky added attraction...



This morning I found a poem that says it all:

To a Butterfly

I've watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that flower;
And, Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!---not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again !

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wing when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

William Wordsworth