He leaps, scale and wing the color of dark emerald.
Cresting above swaying lupins, he chases butterflies loping through imperfect hues of pink and azure.
A puff of smoke.
A playful screech.
A hatching under mother’s eyes.
As beautiful as they are terrible.
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