The Butterfly

The butterfly flutters by
Not a thought of danger
The soldier rushes by
Unaware of the fragile creature
He stops and raises his gun
A movement on the clearing edge
He kneels down and takes aim
Ready to fire at any moment
The butterfly flutters on by
Unfazed on the death instrument that lurks near
A found is fired
The soldier takes off in a sprint
Striking the innocents, the unknown
The tiny creature falls to the ground
The butterfly lies on the ground stunned
Unable to move on its last seconds of life
The Unknown Soldier
Still in spring
Running for safety
Another shot fired
And another
Than silence
Only the wind can be heard
The rustle of leaves
The song of the birds
All is quiet
The soldier hides among the trees
Looking for life
Looking for movement
Looking for anything
He readjusts his grip on his gun
He takes aim
The helmet of the enemy
Moving ever so slowly
Could it be a trap?
The helmet pops up
A shot is fired
The soldier and the helmet stand shocked
Who had fired?
Who was hit?
Was either hit?
The soldier looks down
Looks to his torso to see the pain
The soldier sees red
Blood?
The helmet stands still
His gun hot from the explosion in the chamber
The gun lowers from the hands of the helmet
The helmet looks surprised
The soldier stands there bleeding
The soldier drops his gun as he fall to his knees
The helmet drops his gun as he falls to his knees
The soldier looks to the unnatural hole he has just been fitted
The helmet bows his head and preys foe his soul
The soldier falls to his side as his eyes roll up
The soldier lies motionless
The same as his friend the butterfly
Two deaths with one body to be found
Two bodies to rot until that time