A Butterfly’s Existential Crisis

There were three butterflies.
After growing bored of flying
flower to flower every day,
one asked
“What’s the purpose of life?”
The second,
who had begun to track flowers,
marking down each new species
in an colored, tabulated spreadsheet
said
“Stupid question. You should always strive towards some
actionable item
and waste less time thinking about those things.”
The third,
many years of life experience ahead,
also spent its time flying flower to flower
and had long filled up its free cloud storage space for spreadsheets
made a gesture to speak
in the way butterflies do–
but its ephemeral little life
ended up in ashes on a light bulb
of a lamp post outside.
Because flying flower to flower
really does get boring.