The Scrumpy Girl red Admiral (Vanessa Atslanta) Poem by john (called jack) wren

The winds pace dropped to a walk,
And nettles that were pushed apart
Relaxed in their beds to engage in talk
With their lodgers in a heart-to-heart,

Complaining, as nettles often do
When lodgers overstay their mark,
Before searching for a new venue
Being loath, to disembark.

These lodgers in transitional state
Are renowned as complex thinkers,
Whose building blocks of life pupate
To emerge as nectar drinkers.

Improving, and growing, more complex,
They're dressed in attire so admired,
Completing a creature so multiplex
And one so richly desired.

A member of the nautical elite
Dressed in a uniform to savour,
One of the finest in the Fleet
So full of quality, and flavour.

A puddle salutes your mirroring wings
On your visit to its inn,
While a watching blackbird sings
A touching song to its kin.

A love affair starts with a breeze
Who gently tickles your wings
But you just smile at this tease
And laugh, with the joy it brings.

Partial to the delights of rotting fruit
A gift from an Autumn windfall,
They'll compete with wasps in pursuit
Like boisterous drinkers in a pub brawl