KING OF JB:

another

~tasha~:

I saw a
butterfly
once, it's left
wing was
crumpled, tipping
it off-balance
as it crawled
along
the window sill

It's right wing
was still
smooth and
perfect,
gaily coloured in
a pretty
pastel pink -

It looked so
cheerful and delicate,
as it beat
against
the air, the
butterfly
struggling vainly
to lift itself
back into
flight -

And then a
slight
breeze came along,
nearly tumbling
the crippled
butterfly
out into
dangerous wide-open
spaces

But I cupped
my hand
around it's
frail form, protecting
it until the
wind had passed
by in it's
mini-fury.

And I continued
watching it.

You came and stood
beside me, and we
watched together
for a moment,
silent in our
own
personal musings...

Then, suddenly,
you brought your
hand
down on the
butterfly,
smashing it against
the window sill

You kept your hand
over it, just
for a moment, and
then lifted it,
staring at the
crushed form of
the forever-broken
butterfly -

When you looked at me,
you smiled
and shrugged, and said
that it didn't matter, that
the damned thing
might as well have
been dead already,
that you had
done it a
favour -

And you walked
away,
whistling an
almost familiar
tune...

And in that moment,
I
was the
butterfly

eshajam:

Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight
Flying so gracefully
Into the sky, the butterfly
Trying to catch a butterfly
Fly, fly, fly, butterfly
There she sets upon the mums
I'm having so much fun
Here's another on the sill
Your standing so still
You go to touch him
There she goes, the butterfly
I hear a tapping on the window
It's the butterfly, fly, fly, fly
There she goes into the sky
Flying so high, the butterfly
I'll see you another day
Butterfly, butterfly,fly away