Butterfly Secrets

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There! Trapped in a jar,
A soft butterfly flutters.
She does not get far.

Her wings are like gold.
And her antennas quite black.
With secrets untold.

“O Whisper to me,
What the flowers do tell you,
About what they see.”

The bug remains sure,
She does not wish to answer,
Her human captor.

I face my defeat,
With a sigh. I guess secrets,
Are not to repeat.

I make up my mind,
To let my captive go free.
There's more I will find.

I twist off the top.
But she doesn’t fly away.
I’m surprised she stops.

The butterfly lands,
For a brief, thrilling moment,
Upon my cold hands.

Since I let her go.
She wishes to say thank you.
With all of her soul,

And kindly reveals,
That the very best secret,
Is how freedom feels.

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