Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Mourning Cloak

This butterfly stays in the North
When winter winds blow snowy cold.
And then this butterfly flies forth
When the sun with warmth does unfold.
The mourning cloak - this butterfly
Is called because of wings black hued,
Which soaks in warmth from sunny sky,
And puts me in a mating mood.
With warm wings I fly in search of
The somewhere out there perfect mate,
To come together in pure love,
Then die soon after - tiz my fate.

The mourning cloak - a name that be
Fit for a butterfly like me.