Sunday, February 25, 2007


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.


twilighttreader said...

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