A Tattered Butterfly

I flip and flop on the ground

Both wings torn

A raven watches me from a tree and think

'what should I do?'

I flail around unable to fly

it is only a matter of time.

I pause in my motions for one minute

that is when I feel air under me again

The beak snaps shut and darkness falls

My tattered wing fall to the ground.

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