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.

,

Sincerely,

The Butterfly Net