wounded butterfly

these delicate yellow butterflies were out in full force this afternoon. seems i saw them everywhere i looked. in patches on the sidewalk, fluttering through the roadside flowers, at the farm where i get my milk, and rushing past my windshield.

this one was wounded. trying to flutter his wings enough to get him airborne, yet finding himself flapping hopelessly in the grass. i couldnt help but feel bad for him.