I kick the grass to make a clearer path
for me to walk along, and as I kick,
I see a butterfly, held prisoner by
a flop of grass. I use my foot to move
the grass to help the butterfly escape,
but when its path is clear to fly to freedom,
it stops flapping and bares defiant wings
in mute disregard of my mercy mission.
A butterfly that’s brave enough to try
and scare a man away deserves respect.
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