For those using a screen reader, here is the poem:
Butterfly Dinners
Wings dancing from flower to flower,
Balancing on the top of a stalk,
I stood silent and still
For a while on my walk
To watch a butterfly take its repast
From the blossoms that stood
Near the trail
By the wood
Until it decided to leave on the wind,
Flapping and flitting, drifting away,
Though where it was going
I cannot say.
I thought about staying as another flew by,
But late evening air was now cool,
And, of butterflies,
I was quite full.
— K. R. Smith