Butterfly

esterday afternoon, I was taking a walk around the neighborhood when I noticed a (seemingly dead) butterfly on the sidewalk. It was a really large butterfly, one of the largest I've seen up close, with a wingspan the length of my hand (from the wrist joint to the tip of my smallest finger). I didn't want to touch it, since just two days ago I read that touching a butterfly's wings could brush off a small layer of "scales" on the wings and permanently damage the butterfly. Judging by the markings on the butterfly, it was a yellow swallowtail.

      I sincerely hope that the butterfly wasn't dead, and that it was just stopping on the sidewalk or something. Chances are, though, it was dead or dying. It's a shame that it was on the sidewalk, too, out in the open for both birds and children to pick up freely. (Either way, it faces a pretty horrible fate.)

      Of course, I felt the need to write a poem on this (the situation was really grievously poetic) and so here it is. Hope you like~ <3

      Also, I've been listening to this song a lot recently~

      Well, that's it for today <3 go listen to some inspiring music, and watch a movie or read some good books before school starts :'D

      Have a good day~



Sincerely,