Sunday, February 25, 2007

Scientific

I pinned a butterfly down -
To see what made her beautiful.
I poked and prodded until the fluttering stopped.
I pulled off her wings,
And cut her into tiny, little pieces
To examine on a glass plate under a microscope.
That's when I realized that I had been wrong -
She wasn't beautiful after all.

4 comments:

twilighttreader said...

Nice.
Sad.
But nice.

Jawndoejah said...

Precisely. Life is hard to see under a microscope, you have to kill it to look...and then what do you have?

susie said...

I think people do the same thing with faith......

Trish said...

yay...dead butterflies are my favorite kind :P