I tell her <br />her butterfly <br /> <br />resting on the tip <br />of her finger <br /> <br />is an angel <br />disguised so she <br /> <br />can visit <br />the human world <br /> <br />passing herself off <br />amongst the flowers <br /> <br />keeping an eye <br /> <br />on us <br />humans. <br /> <br />I wake to her crying <br />in a night gone cold. <br /> <br />“I captured <br />an angel...! ” <br /> <br />she cries <br /> <br />“...trapped her <br />inside a bottle! ” <br /> <br />“She fluttered about a bit <br />and died! ” <br /> <br />“Will God <br />Kill me <br /> <br />for killing <br />his angel? ” <br /> <br />“No...no...don’t even think so! ” <br /> <br />“It was time for her <br />to go back to Heaven
