I am the weight of the world upon one so small. My body screams and yells as upon her I crawl. My eyes so true glance up and ahead, for the other of me, my I, my butterfly. My paws of onyx are mixed with the sun. My mind rejoices as my butterfly won. The air is soft upon its wings. Up and away it will escape dangerous things. I feel this feeling inside of my body. I feel the rage, the anger, subsiding. I had wished only for the safety of that which is me. Death is a harsh mistress, and one so permanent. To know my other I can fly makes me nod without cry. But my form is not without punishment. With each action, there is a reaction. I had stopped the sun from catching my other ablaze, but with her form she does tase. I feel her underneath my form. I feel her struggle and I feel her more. My weight is upon her and I did not hesitate. She is unhappy like the sibling when they scream for a drink. I feel as her words vibrate, I feel and she says unto I, that it is her Utterfly.

"Butterfly is I, I is Butterfly. I does not wish to die," I say in but a whisper. My paw pushing away off the sun in the grass. My senses have begun to ring. There are others among us it seems. With a twist my ears can tell, there is someone of fire, of hell. My face of black so masked in white, turns to see the flame-kissed freight. My small form of puppy shape knows to get out, out and away. I keep low to the earth that is alive and yet dead, I keep low with my ears pushed back yet I'm on my toes. I move with all my puppy grace, so none, away from the sun and the fire and another one. The one is my other, my Leoni. He is an honorary Butterfly. He does his most to best the beast, the beast who tried to ruin my peace. I am no longer touching the sun, but I am now slunk away in the name of play. He almost got me, this one of flame, but my Leoni prevented his game.

I am stepped back and my eyes keep focused tight, on the other two that are small like I, like I and Leoni. I am crouched like that of my mother, when she pounces and plays in the sun's rays. I do not know if I am hidden. I but small but the grass isn't so tall. I pretend that the grass is my shadow. I pretend that I meld and that I am one. They are but a mere foot away, as they all wrestle and play. I blink my eyes in all their puppy wonder. What is this urge coming from under? I had come to stop the death that is I, my other butterfly, and yet my deed is done and now I have none. I wish for more and crave for fun. I lick my lips and it has begun. Again I return to enter the fray. It is the flame that draws in my body's claim. I will jump but not as I did before. My body did not need the speed, the grace, the power. I needed only move, only to touch the ones like I and Leoni. My body of black and hints of grey may touch them all if it may. Maybe I will get a hold of his muzzle, maybe I will snack his ears. Maybe I will come out with nothing. All I know is I will touch the others like Leoni, a pile with I, the Butterfly.