Butterfly Encounter 3

I was surfing the net on this particular evening. Nearing the time for my next class, I took my bag from the pigeon hole and head out of the library. The skies were dark. Strong wind blew with rage. My messy hair turned messier. As I walked down the steps of the library I saw umbrellas flying. Squirrels scurrying for the nearest trees. The monsoon is here.

Upon reaching the bus stand, I sat patiently waiting for the bus. Seconds after, the rain poured like there was no tomorrow. The blowing wind getting stronger by the minute. The sheltered stand barely sheltered anyone.

From the nearby trees they emerge. Tiny little purple butterflies. All blown towards the bus stand where I was standing. I was mesmerized by the sight. They hanged on to whatever they could. I found a few attached to my Forest T. Some on my hands. Even some on my hair. They were holding on for their lives. I picked one of them and placed it in my palms.

About 15minutes later, the bus finally arrive. What took you so long!!! Covering my palms I rushed into the bus. Nope, not a single one of them made it. Must have been blown away by the strong winds...

~If you can't find anyone to hold on to, you can always hold on to me~

Butterfly Encounter 2

Joining a team comprised of 4 person. We were required to gather specimens of insects and flowers. Bug catching was fun! My weapon of choice, the almighty plastic bags. Through observation of their flying pattern, I noticed that once they sense threat, they would fly up higher and higher in a kinda zig-zag pattern swaying to the left and right.

My cheap weapon works perfectly fine on those taking a break on a flower. We just need to get close enough without startling them. Then place the bag directly above them and voila~ They instantly fly into the bag.

On preserving the specimens, the admiration I had for butterflies no longer exist. I had killed the bugs selfishly just so I could get my marks. Seeing them pinned down and lifeless, had no meaning to me. It's as if seeing a rose plant with the flowers all cut off. I am sorry dear butterflies.

~Forgive me for the massacre~

Butterfly Encounter 1

It was one evening that permitted me to go out to play. I was in my kiddy days back then. Having fun has been a norm to me when the evening sets in. I stood on the porch. Setting my eyes on the dancing butterflies. Everyday, a couple of them would visit the variety of flowers at my home. They seem to have a liking for the little purple flowers. Occasionally they would take a look on the red and yellow ones too.

They were so pretty. I have always wanted to have lots and lots of butterflies floating around me while some would rest on my hands. But that evening, there was one particular butterfly that was resting on a flower. I slowly draw my steps. It didn't notice me I guess. Slowly and carefully I i placed my hands nearer... Yes!!! I clipped the wings with my fingers. Then I placed in on my palm thinking that it will walk on my hands. Before I knew it, it flew away leaving tiny particles on my fingers.

~Play with me pretty please~