by Karen J. Mossman
Another story from my mum, who found a chrysalis in the garden. She brought it inside and put it into a jam jar with some foliage. For days she watched the butterfly grow in its cocoon she would report back to me on its progress.
“I can see it moving,” inside she said.
Then as the days went on, she’d say, “I can’t way to see it emerge”
Finally that day came and a beautiful butterfly broke free.
She watched in awe as it flew out of the jam jar into the kitchen on its maiden voyage.
Suddenly from the corner of her eye, she saw the dog leap up and swallow it.
Poor Mum was heartbroken.