When I first started reading this there were a mixture of emotions. As the first three stanza's made me think you liked the butterflies thats why you didn't want to forget about the day in at the museum. And the first stanza your describing them as "Flying, Beautiful, Terrifying creatures" which made me think you felt sorry for the butterflys being so timid of everything. The thrid stanza describing the butterflies free from their cages, that made me think you were trying to get a point across that animals shouldn't be kept in cages. Then you panicked when they landed on you which made me sense the mixture of emotions. You also describe the butterflies " terrifying little beauties" this might be a oxymoron or maybe just mixed emotions from you. You also describe the butterflies as "harmless little beasts" another oxymoron could have been used here but why would you panic if you knew they were harmless. The way you describe the butterflies gives me a sense of mixed emotions like the line "I dodged every other one of those monsters that came my way" gives me a sense of how you don't like them but some lines make feel you do like them.
Each of us are scare of something. I like this story. Most folks are scare of spiders. All spiders are safe. They want nothing to do with the human race. But the fear they have. Your story is very good. . A excellent poem. Made me laugh this morning.
Coyote
OK I'll try not too! What an awesome memory though! I loved the part when you said that the butterflies were free from their cage and can roam whereever! That must have been a beautiful sight! *sigh* Anyway nice and amusing write! :P
I'm only scared of butterflies because their legs remind me of spiders which are creepy crawlies which I have a big fear of crawling on me. I know it is a big chain but still it freaks me out. My grandfather used to have lots of butterflies, and he gave me some chrysalises, I loved them, until they hatched (do chrysalises hatch?). Great poem, I relate right to it.
Hey. I used to be on here alot when I was 15. Now, not so much. I'm 18 now and I'm not nearly as depressing as I used to be, but still depressing enough. Message me and feel free to read my old poems... more..