The other evening I was walking in the laundry room and saw this pretty visitor just resting on the floor.
I do not know where he came from.
It seems a tad cold out for butterflies. Besides, a butterfly of his caliber being caught by one of the kids would have been met with almost party type celebration.
Upon closer inspection I realized he was missing a leg and could not fly.
I suppose he was not resting on the ground by choice.
Lily took him into her tender 3 year old hands to help him.
If butterflies could shake with fear, I believe this one would have.
He was carried away by my little well meaning tot to never be seen alive again.
Poor guy.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
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