• Such a tiny creature can fill me with so much hope,
    Give me a glowing feeling of comfort and security inside,
    Its wings a soft black,
    With pastel blues and purles,
    Caught in the web of a spider,
    It has no hope for life,
    Yet it still struggles,
    It wont give up,
    And good thing it didnt,
    I reach down and rip the web away,
    A satisfiying feeling creeps over me,
    The butterfly flys away after tending to his wings,
    I smile and turn around to see the spider making a new web,
    He's a tad thin,
    I'll bring him some crickets tommorow,
    There's enough crickets in the world anyway.