Grounded from the sky,
Where it flow so much,
lays the monarch,
sad and forgotten.
One peice of its petal wing,
lost forever,
he will never fly again.
Rips and holes
here and there,
Will they ever fix?
Or will the Beauty,
lay forgotten,
in the depths of this,
cruel Earth?
*written 11/13/10*
*11/12/10 i was with a friend and we were go to her house, coming back from going around the block. she stops and finds a poor monarch butterfly, its right wing miss placed and ripped. we took it home. i fixed the miss placed wing but there is still a HUGE hole in the top of the wing. soo now it is with me because my friend is in organ, looking at a college. so here is the hurt butterfly, the poor thing. we know how to mix it but do not have the tools. its so beautiful, i might as well just keep it as a pet. it has sugar water and no birds attacking it. what else does a butterfly need? (please comment if u have suggetions besides killing it. thank you)*
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