Butterfly ....... or



It was a typical autumnal day the sun was shining,the last insects, of the dying summer months, frantically buzzed around, gathering whatever.   

In the prelude to either hibernation, possibly followed by metamorphism or death.He wondered should he sleep tonight,what would the morrow bring ?Awakenings of a new and more challenging existence,or yet another dread filled day. As the nightmare dragged on.

Metamorphosis or death ?

Butterfly or....



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