Butterflies

Flying, Beautiful, Terrifying creatures. As a young girl, I went to a butterfly museum on a school field trip. I'll never forget that day these colorful, fragile little things with wings were flying in the open air as I entered the spacious place. Cages were forbidden They were free They could rest and perch anywhere they pleased. They didn't have a care in the world. A few of them landed on my shoulder, my chest, and my arms, and I panicked. My cousin was there and she laughed and pointed as I flailed and screamed doing anything to get these terrifying little beauties off of me. It worked. Frightened, they fluttered away only to land on someone else and, me, I dodged every other one of those monsters that came my way. After it all ended, and we were loading back on the school bus, I was relieved that those harmless little beasts weren't anywhere near me anymore. Those Flying Terrifyingly Beautiful Creatures.