Fool
Fool
Prancing through
The woods
A foolish doe
I was
A window of
Trees and branches
An exquisite butterfly
Was caught
Free it
Did I
And to the lovely lake
It flew
I turned my head
In jubilee
While the flying rainbow
Become amphibian food
In my careless
Wonder joy
I skipped and hopped
In honest lie
And little
Did I know
That I caught
The hunter’s eye
Sometimes, the purest and kindest of intent can result in the worse outcome.