Catch and Release

I catch the cobweb spun between twig and bracken, sparkling with mist-dew

I catch the roe deer, hesitant, alert, alive

I catch the kite, swooping with long white-barred wings to hunt in the green field

I catch the red squirrel, scampering bushy-tailed up the spruce

I catch the olive speckled butterfly drawing nectar from the grey-pink flower, open this early morning

I catch, and remember, and in catching release myself

 

(She's Anthocharis cardamines, the Orange Tip butterfly)