on a kitchen counter...
It's fat & juicy.
It has a moist sheen.
It jumps off and takes flight in the air!
Whizzing erradically!
Like it's trying to break free
and get out!
Whizzing, whizzing
back and forth...
Making sharp ZZZs in the air!
Out comes a butterfly!
With fresh wilting wings...
still a little crumpled
from being inside all the time...
Its colors are muted.
AND THEN...
It's wings get bright!
and strong!
and big!
and vibrant with color!
It is born with me...
so it's not afraid to land on my finger.
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