A storm built and broke around her.
Lightening met earth by her feet.
Thunder shouted and bellowed;
its icy breath burning her cheeks.
But inhaling right down to her stomach,
she threw her eyes up to the sky;
let the rain wash her clean of her worry,
as she exhaled her fears with a sigh.

With dusty wings
and awkward flight
Your tiny buffalo body
bounces on the
delicate glass surface.
An exaggerated shadow
announces your plight.
Is it the beauty of
the butterfly
that spurs you.
Why so frustrated;
so persistent?
Do you know of emotion?
Maybe you do,
and it is your own
dark turmoil
that draws you to the
glass skirted flame.