I cant think of a name for this. Suggestions will be appreciated :)

Butterflies sheathed upon manes of gold.

Each dancing between woven building.

Swaying within the cortex of soft breeze.

To then be caught in the shower of

colour then blazing sun.

Heightened by the slowing day they

poise then open their intricate wings

to suddenly bat blindly into awaiting

other.

Distant beast calls a moan to reply to

the sharp interlude of bird cry and

song.

The voices become louder then halt to

a whisper to then disappear completely.

Yet the butterflies dance their Latin,

pervade the air as if in a ballroom.

Sky darkens, yet they remain still courteous

within dark air till the very last colour

has left.

Till the day is at rest and gone.