Luna Tiger
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I wrote this as a submission for our on-campus fiction magazine, where it was published. ^^; Not a big accomplishment when you're required to submit.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the clouds for angels and monarchs and I have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in blue and black, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the horizon for birds and beasts and have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in yellow and black, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the sands for snakes and scorpions and have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in white and black, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the oceans for fish and fry and have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in red and black, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the trees for bugs and bees and have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in green and silver, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen my daughter,” the butterfly said. “I have searched many years and changed many scales, but I have found my daughter. She does not crawl the forests, or swim the waters, or stalk the deserts, or roam the edge of the world or fly the sky. I have seen her own the plains of Africa, with cubs and cult about her. She walks the savannah on four legs and pride, with sisters she never had and will never lose. She represents my homeland, my heart of hearts, our royal isle. She is a lion, Granddaughter. She lives the world as a mother unrivaled. And she still loves you.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you.”
Den Mother
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in orange and black, marking her as one of its own.“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the clouds for angels and monarchs and I have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in blue and black, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the horizon for birds and beasts and have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in yellow and black, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the sands for snakes and scorpions and have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in white and black, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the oceans for fish and fry and have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in red and black, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen no daughter,” the butterfly said. “I’ve searched the trees for bugs and bees and have not seen a daughter among them.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you very much.”
The butterfly came down with a flutter of wind caressing her skin, a gentle touch of breath gossamer wings breathed. Its legs found grip on her finger, out-held just for it. Its wings flailed and dusted her hand in green and silver, marking her as one of its own.
“What have you seen, Grandmother?”
“I’ve seen my daughter,” the butterfly said. “I have searched many years and changed many scales, but I have found my daughter. She does not crawl the forests, or swim the waters, or stalk the deserts, or roam the edge of the world or fly the sky. I have seen her own the plains of Africa, with cubs and cult about her. She walks the savannah on four legs and pride, with sisters she never had and will never lose. She represents my homeland, my heart of hearts, our royal isle. She is a lion, Granddaughter. She lives the world as a mother unrivaled. And she still loves you.”
She sighed sadly, and kissed the butterfly’s head. “Thank you.”