Today I saw a butterfly;
tons are always flying around mom's yard when winter approaches.
I'd read somewhere that butterflies are a good omen,
that they are a sign of emerging change and metamorphosis.
I've always been afraid of change but when I see a butterfly,
my heart lights up,
hopeful for positive change.
I got closer to the seemingly still butterfly,
its wings were held in and weren't moving.
I grabbed the chance to take a few snaps,
but something wasn't quite right.
The butterfly was hurt.
I extended my hand to touch the dying thing's precious wing.
It merely flapped once... and then nothing.
I was saddened by this because
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