Pursuit

Her pudgy feet ran through the grass
Sparkling in the morning dew
Her footprints left a trail behind her
Impressions on the cold ground

She ran
Her feet stumbling on unfamiliar territory
She tripped and stumbled to the ground
She rose without hesitation and again began her pursuit
Of the beautiful winged creature

Its wings carried it higher
Faster than her little feet could take her
Yet she ran
Willing herself to go faster

She closed the gap
It was nearly in her reach
She sprung from the ground
A single finger brushing a delicate wing
Then it was off and she hit the ground

It fluttered away
Soaring to the sky
While she stayed grounded
Her face misted
Her knees green
But with a smile forming

She accomplished her goal
She touched the butterfly