The Butterfly
For Zerophyna:
They see you sitting, sparkling on the board,
And their reactions range from sad to mad.
A jewel like you, they think, once gaily soared,
And languishes now trapped upon a pad.
So many stories feature these old tropes:
The board which has so many names inscribed,
The net by which new lovelies learn the ropes,
The fateful jar that feeds collector's pride.
So looking at you, resting quietly,
I understand how they can fear the worst.
And seeing, focus just on what they see,
While never noting what is missing, first.
Behold you, tranquil, as you've ever been
And no one notices there is no pin.
They see you sitting, sparkling on the board,
And their reactions range from sad to mad.
A jewel like you, they think, once gaily soared,
And languishes now trapped upon a pad.
So many stories feature these old tropes:
The board which has so many names inscribed,
The net by which new lovelies learn the ropes,
The fateful jar that feeds collector's pride.
So looking at you, resting quietly,
I understand how they can fear the worst.
And seeing, focus just on what they see,
While never noting what is missing, first.
Behold you, tranquil, as you've ever been
And no one notices there is no pin.