693 A ripple in fate 7-15-17 (see search box)

A soft summer morning.
No shimmer in the lake.
No stirring in the leaves.
I explode
the ordered weave of the universe
by dewebbing a captive butterfly,
leaving mommy spider and her babies
to starve.

A speckled yellow butterfly
snared in a web on our sunporch screen,
murderous spider no where to be seen,
so sure was she of the efficacy
of her sticky, deadly trap.

A yellow fluttering caught my eye.
So, with a broken twig,
I flicked and twisted
the well woven webs silk thread,
loosening a cocooned fly,
now dead, of course,
along with the beautiful, butterfly.

She flew,
first, into the sky,
then sinking into the dew
to wash the residual glue.

I neither know,
nor care to,
if by freeing the butterfly
thereby
starving a genealogy of spiders,
I unbalanced the
Will of Divinity,
thus causing,
by cause by cause,
leading to some unpredictable effect
to effect – effect,
the spinning of some unsuspecting
somewhere else
planet
into its crematorium sun.

Enough for me,
the yellow butterfly
flew
free.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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