A perfect death

July 10, 2013

Through an open summer window a butterfly flew; an exquisite and delicate creature. Come dusk the window was shut and the butterfly fluttered silently, endlessly, then found itself trapped all night, though knowing not why. In the morning I found it, dead on the sill, perfectly resting, perfectly still.

Dead butterfly

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2 Responses to “A perfect death”

  1. Poetic, nicely done.

    • Amanda Law said

      Thanks, inspired by a real incident, though the creature in the true version was happily set free the following morning.

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