Small rocks and Butterflies

Today I spent the day throwing small rocks at butterflies.

Small, therapy because throwing large rocks is overkill, and besides that, somewhat tiring.

I made some calculations, F=ma, and others.

But brute force number crunching and esoteric mathematics offered few practical solutions.

I just kept missing those smug little bastards.

Except this one, who took a small oblong stone straight on the thorax,

sending it reeling through the air,

reeling backwards into lens-flared unknown,

backwards in time,

to right what had once went wrong

hoping that with each small-rock-thorax-impact,

the next leap

would be the leap home.