I saw a Butterfly today
mutilating a flower for lavish food.
The elegant, majestic, purple bud,
failing to fighting back at all.
Just suffering, just wilting, just going.
Gone.
Physically gone; spiritually dead!
Nothing can save this innocent creature;
from a Butterfly’s Bullying rampage.
Yet along comes a bumble bee strong and kind.
No fear of the bullying type. No
hesitation that could be seen; the bee
circled the flower, preparing to help.
Bully fluttered fast, far away.
This flower is nobody’s pray!
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Good description of conflict in nature. Well done.
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Thank you
Wow, amazing I don't even notice these thing so for you to write about it and the way it's written is amazing.
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Thank you so much :)
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