The Entomologist's Dream African Glass Blue, Cinnabar Moth Fiery Copper lie in glass chambers. Desiccated wings ache into movement. Antennae twitch, exoskeletens tremble, pierced thoraxes gulp agonising breaths of sequestered air. The collector dreams thin, creaking ice. A summer storm bursts the sticky night; shatters butterfly boxes open. Proboscises kiss night-sweat from the man's forehead. Revived Painted Lady and Camberwell Beauty jeté towards the open window. Mimicry eyes mock him: the Koh-i-Noor of his collection settles on the spreading board. Clammy hands cupped he leap-frogs! She pirouettes into the night her rainforest calling. Rolling towards him potassium cyanide stirs inside the killing bottle.