Elusive butterfly

Should there be butterflies I mused
Scratching my head quite confused
Whose beauty I used to extol
As I took my daily stroll.

A peacock or fritillary
Which in abundance I would see
A momentary wondrous space
mind captured by their embrace.

I’m lucky now if I can spy
Their glory as they pass me by
Yet another vision lost in a world
where we may count the cost.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )