Bi butterflies

by Mary Rawson ©

Once upon a time, there was a little caterpillar called Marly, who lived in one of the most beautiful forests on earth. The forest was inhabited by animals, insects, flowers and plants of the most exotic and exquisite kind.

Marly, in the beginning, did all the things that other caterpillars do. She got fatter and fatter. She got slower and slower. She got sleepier and sleepier.

Marly then made a cocoon. Out of the blue. Much to her astonishment. She wasn’t sure why, but she made a cocoon around her sleepy, slow, fat self. And then Marly kind of zoned out for while.

What happened inside Marly’s cocoon was nothing short of a miracle. Sleepy, slow, fat Marly transformed herself in to a beautiful, vibrant butterfly. She didn’t remember her sleepy, slow, fat self at all.

Marly swooped through the trees and over the rivers, marveling at her new powers. Before, she had been at the bottom of the world. Now she was on top of the world!

Marly noticed other butterflies like herself as she flew and swooped through the forest. There were boy butterflies who had yellow swirly lines through both wings. Marly’s little butterfly heart skipped a beat when the boy butterflies swept passed her. Those swirly yellow lines touched something deep inside Marly’s little self that she didn’t really understand.

Marly thought the blue and red girl butterflies who looked like her, were also absolutely gorgeous. She met one of these butterflies while nibbling on a juicy leaf one misty, dew laden morning. There was something about this particular girl butterfly, that made Marly swoon and stagger. She nearly slid off the leaf!

“My name is Beata” this little butterfly said to Marly, smiling at her, a little shyly. “I’ve seen you around the Western canopies a bit’ she added. Beata then dipped her lovely little blue mouth on to the leaf and took a delicate, little bite. Marly felt something stir deep inside her; something that she didn’t really understand.

There was no point beating around the butterfly bush. Marly and Beata got close. Really close. Really butterfly like, red and blue wings entwined like, close. They were so overwhelmed by passion, that they slipped off their leaf, and fell through the air, landing gently below on the forest floor.

Marly and Beata lay together on their leafy forest floor bed, panting and laughing.

“I think the earth moved for us” whispered Marly tenderly in to Beata’s ear.

“Many leaves moved for me” Beata giggled back.

They lay there together in the leaves and watched the vibrant orange sun dip below the huge green canopies above. The canopies turned from green… to orange… to red… to purple… to black.

The stars shone brightly now over the black canopies above. The night forest dwellers came to life, while Marly and Beata slept. Bats and owls occupied the canopies where the butterflies had been. The hooting of the owls and the silent whoosh of air around the bats were lost on Marly and Beata. They slept the long and deep sleep of the deeply satisfied, deeply contented red and blue butterfly.

Early next morning, the sun lit up the orange leaves on the forest floor, turning them from black…to purple…to red…to orange…to green. The bats and owls retreated to the shadows of the forest and slept.

Marly and Beata stirred as the light hit the leaves of their bed on the forest floor. Marly opened one little eye and looked at Beata, who was stirring and fluffing her little wings gently beside her. Marly’s little butterfly lover was bathed in a magical orangey red light.

“Rose coloured glasses” Marly whispered in to Beata’s ear. “I have rose coloured glasses for you, my darling.”

Marly felt like she had died and gone to heaven.

Later that morning, Marly and Beata swooped and dipped over the forest canopies together. They sipped nectar from the exquisite tropical flowers that grew along the river banks. They nibbled the juicy green leaves from the joo plant; the same plant that they had fallen from, in a rush of passion the previous day.

As evening approached, they flew though the trees, looking for a resting place for the night. The forest once again, put on a light show of awe inspiring magnificence. As they swooped through the shifting, glowing light, two butterflies with swirly yellow stripes swept passed them. The tips of one of the boy butterfly wings brushed the tips of Marly’s blue and red wings. Marly felt something stir deep inside her; something that she didn’t really understand.

The stars shone brightly now over the black canopies above. Once again, the night forest dwellers came to life, while Marly and Beata slept. Bats and owls occupied the canopies where the butterflies had been. Marly dreamt of huge red and blue girl butterflies and huge yellow swirly striped boy butterflies, who carried her gently through the forest to a golden nest at the top of the highest tree of the tallest canopy. In the golden nest, Marly was fed sweet nectar and rolled in leaves of the most exquisite texture. Marly believed she had died and gone to heaven.

Marly awoke just as the sun touched the tallest tree of the highest canopy. Marly opened one little eye and looked at Beata, who was stirring and fluffing her little wings gently beside her. Marly’s little butterfly lover was bathed once again in a magical orangey red light.

“Rose coloured glasses” Marly whispered in to Beata’s ear. “I have rose coloured glasses for you, my darling.”

“Look around you” Beata whispered drowsily, her breath like a warm, gentle breeze against Esther’s ear.

Marly looked around. The huge walls of the golden nest rose all around her and sparkled like a jewel in the early morning light. The blue and red wings of the girl butterflies and the swirly yellow wings of the boy butterflies created a kaleidoscope of intricate designs, the likes of which Marly had never seen before.

“Where are we?” asked Marly, her voice heavy with wonder and awe.

“We’re in the bent butterfly nest at the top of the North West canopy” said Beata.

“We’re home.”

She smiled sleepily at Marly.

Received 12 July 2013