A short story in Haiku form
Gliding butterfly
With psychedelic colors
lands on my flowers.
I ask, are they sweet?
What? You havenʻt tasted them?
Silly Human beings
She unfurls her tongue
demonstrates correct technique
I am so jealous
A quick flap of wings
joining warm air she rises fast
spiraling sunward
Calling out to me
her voice softly speaks volumes
the joy of flying
Flapping my arms twice
I go nowhere at high speed
I m so jealous
We mycelium
now evolved to human form
free of roots we walk
Pilots dream of flight.
In our next incarnation,
we wonʻt need airplanes