Because the Fairies Told me To

Her little legs

pumping for all they're worth

through the dandelions and wheat grass

her hair is curling from the heat

from the effort

Little one, why do you run so fast

Because the fairies told me to

Her curls bounce

just above the overgrowth on the horizon

swinging her butterfly net with all her might

her laughter ringing through the fields

Little one, you'll scare them before you catch them

But the fairies told me to

She stops in her tracks

her scream brings us all to our feet

stumbling down the stairs

fearful of what awaits

Little one, why do you cry

Because the fairies told me to

In her hand, motionless

powdery wings still

the body of a butterfly

makes her heart break

and we would not be human

if our hearts didn't break too

She takes a tear drop from her eye

reflecting back rainbows as it dangles

from the tip of her tiny finger

over the lifeless form

Little one, why do you do that

she sniffs

she snuffs

and let's the tear drop fall

the butterfly rises

from her cherub palm

into the wildflowers

because the fairies told me to.

A bit of truth to this tale (as indicated by the picture) and I thought it a perfect companion to Karin's prompt over at Poetics today. We're talking about the unexpected...and when that little butterfly flew away after Ava's mauling...I figured there was magic happening somewhere! Join us over at dVerse and share your own unexpectedly poetic moment.