One can never have too many butterflies, but I almost did.
Now that the Lovely Season is in full swing here in GroveAtopia, it is the butterfly's turn. Quite suddenly they are almost everywhere, gracing you with their beauty and causing you to gasp a little should one choose to land nearby.
Usually they appear by themselves, or sometimes in pairs, fluttering, dancing their delight in mid air. When you see them, you can't help but be happy.
But other day when I saw a whole group of butterflies gathered together quietly on the ground nearby I gasped more than just a little. They were all blue-winged and exactly the same size.
Why they were all together on that exact spot I can't say. It looked to me as if there was plenty of room on along the banks of the creek where I happened to be. No need to crowd, there was more than enough room for everybody.
But there they were, clustered together in this one tiny spot. A larger orange butterfly was there too, but it was alone and no matter what it did, it would never really belong to this group.
Now lean in very close and I will whisper a secret to you. It is one I am not proud of, and one you will find yourself needing to forgive me for.
I ran over a cluster of butterflies just like this one. I noticed the fluttering in the middle of the road but I didn't figure out what it was until it was too late. I'm pretty sure I didn't crush them, but I will confess I did not look back to find out. I did not want to know the truth.
So it was solely through happy coincidence that I got another chance that very same day. This time it was as it should be. I was on foot, near a stream, and the butterflies were there, telling me this time they were okay.
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