A delicate insect,
A fly or spider. Maybe a butterfly,
Wings spread out
In a joyous flight
Cutting through a sun-lit clearing
In dense rain forest.
Drawn to the yellow gold of amber,
Caught, sucked in, drained of life.
Trapped in transparent, honey-like material,
Unyielding in its gum-like hold.
As sinister, jealous collectors
Secrete their treasure
In grave or sarcophagus
Or even laboratory,
