I've had a butterfly on my altar for three years.
I collected her after bearing witness to watching her die.
As I held space for her,
  I appreciated her work in the world.
Her wings gently closed
  and I realized that collected butterflies must have their wings spread open as they die!
While I watched her in her grace and beauty as she lie dying,
  I couldn't help but feel her spirit wings unfurl and fly off.
How could she possibly fly off to the next dream if her wings were unfurled in this waking dream??!
The butterfly I collected is dreaming with her wings sweetly folded.