Always seen but never heard,
lurking in the dark shadows,
beckoning its prey to their death.
A butterfly, innocent and unsuspecting,
captured, maimed, killed
brutally with little taste nor reason.
Oh the sorrow that should come!
Such a beautiful creature, destroyed
without a second thought or care.
But no, does anyone care?
Tis naught but a butterfly,
there are hundreds more.
Why care with so many around?
It’s just one butterfly.
Easily replaced, no reason to fret.