The venue: A school campus

The race is about to begin.

The whistle blows but
where are the children?

A little away...
young heads are busy watching
a spectacular scene.

"Shh! Quiet!"
whispers a voice,
"I need to count."

"They're having a meeting,"
insists an excited voice.

"It's meditation,"
adds another.

"They're...
forming groups,
practising the moves for
putting up a show,

allowing time for digestion to
be complete,
having an afternoon  nap."
"I think there's something
special in the mud," whispers
a totally engrossed voice.

The voices continue...

Suddenly, the winged beauties
flutter away
but
curious minds hang around,
hoping they would return.

A lone butterfly,
on a nearby plant,
a silent observer,
seems to be saying...
"I can fly but can you?"