The butterfly soars through the antique window
Swooping and waving through the musty air
Dancing with elegance
Her beautifully fragile wings beside her
She is as delicate as dust
Yet as beautiful as a white rose
But she is caught!
As she is trapped
Her snowdrop wings flutter frantically
Circling like a tornado
She give on dramatic leap
Now she is just a frail corpse on the grimy floor
Easily trodden on.