"Float like a Bee, Sting like a Butterfly."

They did not see their impending doom.

The vast array of vibrant colors that lay on the back of her wings seemed to amalgamate into a blinding dizzying ball of light that changes in direction every time the wind picked up. The graceful green of the leaves partitioned with thickened red lines, right next to the deepest blue of the ocean dotted with refreshing spots of orange, all kept in bound with a black curvaceous boundary, yet nothing really beats the majestic white that spanned the lower half of the wings right down to the tails, that ended with a tinge of black. Despite the magnificent beauty, there was an edge of nervousness or rather a hint of trepidation to it as the powerful wings undulated up and down in a vicariously slow manner.

And there was a good reason to it.

Right behind was a voracious buzzing that appeared to deceptively come from the constant lightning-speed flapping of translucent wings, wings that were attached to a rounded hull that was thickly striped with yellow and black. Yellow and black that went all the way around and around but now the dual colored strips coalesced into a dark, fluid motion that zinged left and right, always a step behind the orb of light.

Neither saw their impending doom.

For not very far ahead, was a structure, so pellucid that only the faintest drops of the morning dew that clung dangerously to it betrayed its presence. And right at the center, crouched a figure so huge, so silently that it seemed like a farcical contradiction. On each side of its body stretched four stringy, hairy legs and at each end was a claw that allowed it its deadly grip on nearly every surface imaginable. Just a moment before, it had been busy feeding off a near-unrecognizable carcass that lay nearby, displaying a paucity of life and exuding only the aftermath of death. But now all eight round eyes that were located near the top of its head are casually yet ravenously focused on the oncoming sphere of light and following tightly behind another buzzing shadow that somehow seemed to blend into the background. But nothing escapes its eyes. Nothing.

what happens next?

anyway i wanna share with you a picture.
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it had been raining very heavily. it was out in the open, there was lightning all over and its leg was broken.

do you feel guilt flowing through you? if so, a fortiori, me too, with a multiplied magnitude. i happened to pass by there and i had done nothing. at first, i had thought that the phrase, let nature do its job, would suffice in justifying my conscience. yet there hasn't been a second that passed where i have not regretted for what i had not done.

please do me a favor and pray for this unfortunate soul. this brave tiny unfortunate soul that braced the dangerous world alone, in life and perhaps, though hopefully not, in death.

i am saddened.