His sharp colorless eyes stare out through the glass jar. His wings are weighed down by the humidity of the air that’s trapped inside. The jar is opaque with thin streaks of filth circling it.
The jar sits out on the third step leading down from the front porch of the house. Leaves surround the base of the jar, reminding him of the world he’s cut off from. Gentle shades of mahogany and copper and maroon are left behind in the leaves’ veins as the last traces of life scurry out of them. It’s a beautiful sight - simply amazing - but not the easiest thing to enjoy during a moment like this.
He was caught three days ago by a kid named Jake. The boy loved being outside with nature and he hadn’t intended to keep him for long. But you know how kids are. They love adventure and splashing mercilessly through puddles and forgetting about butterflies trapped behind glass walls, surrounded by leaves.
The weight of the water in the air is unbearable. His wings are soaked and dangle along his sides. His eyes shift back and forth as the wind shuffles his playlist of foliage. New leaves blow by the glass.
"This isn’t that terrible." He says silently to himself. "I’ve always loved the outdoors;" he closes his eyes and rests his head against the glass.
A strong gust of wind ruffles more leaves and turns the jar on its side. The fresh air is soothing and dries the moisture from his body. He walks to the edge of the jar after righting himself and pulls his wings above his head. The wind catches them as he forcefully pulls his wings down in a sweeping motion. He darts through the air with a smile on his face; enjoying the fresh caress of the wind underneath his wings.