A Slow Demise

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Golden wings

Flapping violently above the branch.

Snared by a trap laid by the master architect.

 

She slowly glides down her web

Latches onto her prey

As the butterfly’s wings began to slowly

Slowly

Slow.

 

[Poem #216.  Context: I watched this transpire today, watching a butterfly die.  It was surreal to watch, the circle of life and all that I suppose.]

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