Exorcism of a Butterfly

I’m fortunate really.

I had him at his best.

The slug, wrapped in his painful cocoon, emerged with a little encouragement.

And he was beautiful. Magnificent, even. Powerful, but fragile.

Suddenly capable of flight.

But a Butterfly has a very short lifespan

And looking back from a year later, I can hardly recall his brilliant colours.

Slowly fading to grey.

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*Words by Caroline Morgan

*Photograph by Catherine Scott