Saving the Butterfly

Butterfly precariously caught in screened in porch Desperately struggling trying to get out, held captive Can see her frolicking friends through mesh that confines her Her wings are fluttering faster, she is truly stressed She positions herself higher, hoping there is a way Fluttering is futile against steel mesh of screen I drag a ladder and a glass jar to her jail cell A wasp flies close to my face as I capture butterfly in jar I carry jar outside and release her, into the wind She lands on concrete, then flutters off, free Wasp finds his own way out a few minutes later Angrily flying toward me. I go inside.