The Butterflies and the Snake

The honeysuckle is dying, and so are the roses.
Upon the path, two blue moths do battle
For the right to mate with the female
In her rocky colors. Brilliant is their sheen
A bright opal mauve, and they spar
Valiantly--they are now fully evolved.
And such is the way of the world,
You know? Two men of equal valiance
Fight for the hand of the waiting female.
It makes love seem so wrong
And it makes you so sad...
Yet it is the way of nature
That the two brightly colored
Males fight in their aerial wars
To win the right to mate with their weaker sex.

And so, upon the path, the snake slithered
And I, like I did with the three butterflies,
Avoided stepping on him, yet the snake
I went around, not knowing if it were a copperhead.
For the moths are bright and gay
But the snake a danger...
Such it is, you never tread
On both the good or the evil
But walk in peace with all men.