i met a butterfly

i met a butterfly resting on a cold metal guttering and so i gently placed and cusped it in the palm of my hands.  i blew into my palms as if to warm it and as i widened a handful gap it fluttered upwards around my head then gradually settled on my right shoulder.  i spoke to it with thanks and away it went. the sentiment felt was simple ‘with caring warmth we can greatfully receive”.

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