the beautiful creature,
its wings in a flutter,
with all of its features.
The orange surrounding
a coat of dark black,
with white speckles going down
the spine on its back.
I stared at its small little pupils,
its eyes,
making note of the tiny
and interesting size.
For a second I thought
it stared right back at me,
but if only this butterfly
could see the beauty I see.
I felt it move quickly
on the tip of my finger,
knowing that it wouldn't
stay long there and linger.
It flew away
into the bright blue sky,
knowing that it would try
to fly very high.
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-Jane

