My spirit fades, leaving a stash of lives behind - my eggs. Nevertheless, if I had a choice, it definitely still would be. This has to be my best day because it's my only day. I soon found myself at the very place I first flew, and here I am now! Finally night fell, and we had no choice but to depart. We flew past roadsides, through meadows and over cliffs. We seemed to be identical! I turned right, he turned right, I turned left, so did he. It was noon when I looked back and was surprised to see the group had vanished. Every other newly developed butterfly flew for its first time with ease, though it did not bug me. I knew I was part of the world now.Īs time went on, the crowd of colour grew larger. I felt the crowd's greetings vibrate through my bones. Without a second thought I fluttered my wings at great speed to catch up with the immense crowd. Just as they all fluttered off it struck me - they were all fluttering their wings! As the butterflies waited patiently, I studied each one from antennae to toe. Though humiliated, I wouldn't dream of giving up as I can't say how much I wanted to dance and prance. However, no matter how hard I tried, I always so painfully failed. I tried jumping and even imagining flying. Yet, I just didn't know how to fly!įirst, I tried pushing with my legs. I longed to be in the fuzziness of the crowd. When I looked up I saw about fifty butterflies of every kind. It was as early as four o'clock in the morning and I can remember struggling out of a cramped cocoon, redeeming my energy and crawling to the first thing in my sight - a battered dock leaf plant.Īll of a sudden there was a melodic flutter. Seventeen glistening hours ago seems a long time to me. It's natural I have no longer than a day to live, for except for mayflies, I have the shortest life span. This shall be my last nibble of dock leaf.
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