The Monarch and The Viceroy

Butterflies, 
Fly by, 
In the summer sky, 
Then rest by a tree.

Pretty wings, 
Of orange and black, 
They could be friends, 
To me.

Butterflies, 
Draw me in close, 
Their company, 
I enjoy.

A beautiful mix, 
Of Monarchs, 
Plus, 
Their twin, 
The Viceroy.

Butterflies, 
An attraction for me, 
But the Monarch can be my end, 
Its poisons are toxic to me, 
It's my foe, 
Not my friend.

Butterflies, 
I wish to be near, 
The Viceroy, 
Brings me joy.

Yes, 
Monarchs I fear, 
But I recognize my friend, 
From the decoy.

It's astounding, 
How similar, 
A friend, 
And foe appear.

A fine line separates them, 
Sometimes their identity, 
Can be unclear.

It's vital to look closely, 
Though, 
You need a friend, 
Not a foe.