PoisonCreeping, crawling, I stalk him; my prey.From above and below, I stealth all the way.Waiting and watching, so helpless is he,flapping his wings so carelessly.He seems not to worry about who observes,all those bright vibrant colors, he gets on my nerves.My blood is boiling, anticipation high."This safety you feel, it's nothing but a lie!"My legs contract, fangs ready to rend,In a flash I pounce him, this is the end.My poison invades his delicate form,I devour him easily, with little a squirm. How pathetic, he didn't even put up a fight.But what is this, this pain...I remember, that's right...What a fatal mistake, butterflies have poison, too."In my haste for an easy meal, perhaps I misjudged you."