I sat still, hardly breathing. She was not the least shy – until I wanted to take a picture of her.
No! She did not want to be caught -not enclosed in an album, not exposed on Facebook! Haven’t butterflies any privacy rights?
Excuse me, princess, but you are so beautiful. And your name -it carries me away: Mother of pearls of the meadows!
So, instead of a picture I made a poem for you – haiku-ish:
my sandal a landing place
mother of pearl
(The picture is taken from Wikipedia)