Cradled

Cradled gently in my hands
I release the butterfly that flew
through the summer-open door
to flutter ineffectively
against the window pane.
I watch it fly away.

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Flutter

The whispering flutter of a butterfly
tapping against the window pane.
I catch him gently in my cupped hands,
release him out of the open door.

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