This poem is a waka, an old Chinese form with lines of syllables in a 5-7-5-7-7 pattern. The last two lines were later discarded to create the format known as haiku. I find that waka are still fun to write, for poems that need that little bit more to complete them

Crumpled Butterfly

Crumpled butterfly
On the windshield of my car
Somehow spreads its wings

As it flies away, does it
Blame me for its near demise?