A Trans Specie
I'm a little brownish grey butterfly with pink and yellow decorated wings and splashes of brownish pink here and there.
But I am reminded often times that some folk will say I really am a moth. You see I show born a moth on my birth certificate though I've always been at home with the pretty butterflies.
My body is brown, rather muscular. With my body so strong I excel in varsity sports, Whiffleball is my favorite although I am also good in Track .
There is a problem however. The life of a butterfly is one of flitting from here to there, one flower to another, all day long.
My moth friends, most of whom I had before the change, have purpose. We were sneaking into people's houses when they opened a door or window to find the prettiest silks in their closets and have a nibble or two or three or more.
And lay our eggs in the darkest corners of the house
Or we might lie in wait until the screen door opened and then we'd bite the person coming out.
It's a tussle, I think and feel I'm a butterfly, possibly would change back to a moth. However the doctors won't make that happen, too dangerous for the patients.
So I'll flit around some more, that's what butterflies are supposed to do. All ventures that look so appealing really are not so, instead they're quite a bore.
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- Prose Verse and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Rommy at the Weekly Scribblings #73, at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/06/weekly-scribblings-73-butterflies-and.html?m=1
- Per Rommy we are to write about either moths or butterflies (or both!). Also if prose must be 369 words or less, I have scribbled down 243 words.
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Labels: Fiction, Humor(?), Nature, Prose, Story, Weekly Scribblings
