Dear the Rarest Butterfly,


Today is the day.

I have lone awaited my owner

to come and take me out hunting,

for butterflies.


When I saw you last weekend,

oh rarest of butterflies,

I knew I had to capture you

within my grasp.


So now it comes down to this.

I have finally spotted you

hovering over a dying sunflower.

Silently I approach.


My owner swings me towards you

with my mouth open and awaiting.

I woosh so fast

as I fly through the air.


Yes, I have you in my grasp now!

You are caught fluttering around

and failing to find an escape.

Inside the clear prison you go,

only to be released tomorrow.



The Butterfly Net