Thursday, June 4, 2009

Poor Butterfly

I was talking to my father outside and when he turned around I saw this little guy clinging to the back of his shirt.
I put my fingers against dad's back and he climbed onto them. I noticed his one wing wasn't moving at all.
I put him on a flower. I thought that if his wing wasn't working right then at least he'd have food.


He's so pretty.

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