Its wings unraveled without witness.

Finding the beauty perched on the windowsill; she was mesmerized by its wings of gold with stripes of brilliant black leading to a touch of scarlet and blue.

“I’m sorry you were born in January, this is not the right time for you, is it?” she said sorrowfully to the delicate creature.

An unexpected houseguest that typically might have shown up in June, she offered it orange slices and sugar water.

Wings fluttered and it painted the kitchen with summer majesty, circling around her head as she applauded and cheered on its first flight.

The tiger swallowtail rested on her shoulder, letting her know that now is the right time.

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Comment by Lydia on January 21, 2010 at 6:08pm
So beautiful Kim and wonderful description
Comment by Michael Brown on January 20, 2010 at 6:26pm
Anytime is the right time for beauty and companionship. I've never seen anything so majestic in my house.
Comment by Kim Soles on January 20, 2010 at 3:33pm
Unravel is what I meant. To free itself - or unwind perhaps...just like a tiny ball of yarn. And, yes, unfurl is probably the correct, scientific and more logical choice. Something to think about. Thanks.

Thanks CJT!

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