Flutter on the windowpane,
You seek the sun, but all in vain.
Did you need a place to hide,
Is that why you came inside?
Window fixed and just ajar.
Locked, it will not open far.
Careful hands ‘round you, I cup.
Gently, gently lift you up.
As I left the house I saw,
In the sun near my front door.
Dancing wings brushed by my cheek,
Then off, to nectar’s blossom seek.
Track and Hedge 
That’s a lovely capture. Is it a red admiral?
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It’s a bit difficult to see, Ange – but I think it’s a Painted Lady.
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