Her striking red wings with black polka dots
Make her benevolence unmistakable
She waddles fearlessly across a violet petal
As it stands wide awake in the sunlight and morning dew
Looking for aphids that mar the floral beauty,
A delicacy and delight to her, they are,
She grasps them with her fast, front legs
In silence, creating no chaos nor stir.
Then off, perhaps, to another flower she flies,
Her wings quickly aflutter and barely seen.
Such a benign being, this little garden helper.