For Bite Size Contest No122 Poetry Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
In the meadow, a tragedy befell a mother butterfly by a wishing well. She'd wished for a son who could fly all crooked, but a witch's curse prevailed, so wicked. Her firstborn had the preposterous trait of flying up and staying straight.
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