April McNabb Townsend September 19, 2000 An Exceptional Butterfly The grass
was covered with delicate, colorful flowers and the meadows were never-ending.
Each natural object was carefully placed as if Mother Nature had a specific
place in mind. The warming sun shined brightly on the beautiful green grass. The
hills, with their perfectly rounded tops were very distant but still visible to
the naked eye. The flowers of exotic colors, insects chirping to many different
tunes, and the smell of fresh rain in the springtime filled the air. Observing
the insects was enlightening and enjoyable, especially the butterflies. In the
meadow, many grasshoppers chirped piercingly, but the insect that stood out the
most was a butterfly. She was shades of canary yellow, lavender, orange, and
green. Seeing an insect quite like this marvelous one was rare. The colors were
exquisite, brightly distinctive yet soothing to gaze upon. Her shape was
elegant; it was Mother Nature’s hand crafted work. The wings were defined just
perfectly to let the tiny butterfly flutter about, enjoying nature’s indefinite
beauty. Her long, pointed antennas seemed to move about continuously in a
circular pattern, as if the two were trying to contact another creature. Her
body, elongated and a dismal shade of black, was ribbed and rigid, protecting
itself from sudden attackers.
Her wings were soft, almost like a delicate, sensual feather. The butterfly
left the flower to go explore the rest of nature’s home. She ascended at a high
pace, wings flapping together like a heartbeat amplified one hundred times. She
flew about, gliding to the left and then to the right. Her pattern was offbeat
and when the wind blew it threw her even more in different directions. Trying to
find another favorable place to rest, she hurried to find a flower before the
wind blew her down again. Moments had passed and the butterfly found a soft spot
of grass instead of a tiny flower. Now the job was done. She had successfully
beat the wind and found a resting spot; the antennas twirled and the wings
flapped. A curious butterfly catcher noticed the extravagant colors on the
butterfly and tiptoed toward it. Net in hand, the catcher swooped to capture the
delicate creature but missed. The insect was now in flight once again, scurrying
to escape the human. She flew a great distance, treading against the wind to
anywhere but near the catcher. She found a large daisy to cling her tiny body
upon. She rested there for a long while, and one could swear that the two became
one. The butterfly catcher was so astounded by the colorful, exotic creature
that he tried once more to catch it. This time, he crept a little more quietly
and swooshed his net right upon the little insect. The butterfly scrambled to
the top of the holey net, frantically trying to find a passageway out. There was
no escape. The butterfly was stuck The catcher placed the butterfly inside a
huge cylinder shaped jar and observed it for a moment. The butterfly was
desperate for the fresh springtime air she had minutes before sensed. After
observing her for a while, the catcher surprisingly set the butterfly free, back
into the meadows. The butterfly flew out of the jar quickly, not stopping to
rest this time. She flew and she flew, until finally the catcher could not see
her anymore. Her wings fluttered once more off into nature’s beauty.
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