Out my window I see

two tiny eyes staring back at me

followed into view

were the most amazing wings of fuschia

fit for a king

flapping in the breeze

settling down on my window

I walk across my room

encased with the sight

as I lift up my window

to get a closer view

to behold the beautiful creature

that God has put in my sight

it takes to flight,

pulling tricks

like a kamikaze F16 pilot on Mach 1

I remember wondering if I could ever

be like that butterfly

to soar the sky

and feel free

but instead I'm cooped up here.

And all I can do is see.