Dry monarch butterflies float from the oaks. Their paper bodies scatter across lawns and clog sewers. Little boys and girls pile them up and release them to fly once more. They belly-flop into the hills and the butterflies soar as long as their wooden wings can catch a lively gust.
Dad walks out with steel-toe boots and rake. The beautiful insects crawl into the children’s jeans and cling to their fleece sweaters. A couple lucky ones find themselves in a child's hands. The millions that failed to escape are scratched together by metal teeth and imprisoned in jack o'lantern bags.
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