For you little butterfly

What journey has led you here, to rest in peace in the shadow beneath my chair? How long did you live and how high did you soar? How many people did you leave mesmerized by your intricate patterns? Your colors so magnificent, they drew me closer before I realized you were nothing but the shell of what you once were. So delicate, even the strong breeze couldn’t feel your presence. You stayed all day. Once I glanced out my window and saw the dog curiously provoking you, but he knew there was no one home. The next morning you were gone. Maybe the night stole you away, or maybe you woke from your dream in butterfly land. Maybe you will come back and visit me while I sleep.