Springtime Love

Today’s post is from A Butterfly’s Fire. This one contains an instance of the butterflies and ladybugs. I just saw a big monarch butterfly a few days ago. Spring is certainly coming to life around here.

She
squinted, but she couldn’t make out the intricate detail though she saw the eye
spots on the wings.

The
ladybug went on full alert, the bug in her tensing at the possible hint of
danger and the poison rose through her system while her nails turned to sharp
points.

Pushing
up the window, Peta screeched, sending the sound out in an arc of energy that
would carry directly to where the wings were.

If
she was wrong, she could abide being a fool, but she wouldn’t be happy if she
allowed a threat to get close to her mate. Her eyesight sharpened, her vision
as clear as night vision goggles. But why would anyone even be out there?

The
tree limb waved and wings fluttered as the butterfly fell from the tree. Her
nails became sharp little ovals, and she started to cut the screen when sound
behind her stopped her.

“What
is it?”