A butterfly became so deeply entrenched in its own pain
that upon its descent it suffered its bravery
With a furl of its wings, it came to rest
Forgetful of the little hands that preyed upon it
After several attempts in which it was captured,
The butterfly asked demurely,
To whom do I belong now?
Because, to its knowledge, the child had much prowess,
Even as she saw the butterfly under duress, she refused to let go
Thus the butterflys innocence came to pass and it lost all it had been bestowed