Today was the silly butterfly's last day. He was so weak that he could barely move his wings, and my daughter said he could just move his legs as she gently held him on her hand.
My daughters decided to bring him outside so he could see real flowers --
"All he ever saw was just the pictures from the catalog...." -- and feel the almost-spring sunshine.
We looked for butterfly nectaring flowers but there were hardly any yet. We did find one dandelion bloom, and he was coaxed to perch on it in hopes of tempting him. But even when his proboscis was gently extended, he had no appetite or strength left, and a sudden gust of wind was enough to dislodge him.
We gathered other flowers around him so he could see them and watched until he stopped moving....

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