Helpless

There is construction work going on at the overheadbridge near my house. On my way home today, saw a butterfly trying to find a way out of the net that they used to curtain off the area where work is being done. It wasnt really caught, as the net isnt very high and it can easily fly over it. Also the net was full of holes, big enough for it to get through. But the poor thing just couldnt see the way over or around it. It flew back and forth along its length, never finding a way out.

I wanted to help it. I decided to try and catch it, then bring it to a wider space to set it free. But it sense me nearby, and fluttered about more frantically than before. The few times i had a chance to, i hesitated, and it got away from me. I was afraid of acidentally tearing the delicate wings. In the past, when i caught butterflies, there were some that were so scared, they gripped watever they were holding on to so tightly, their legs came off when i pulled. The memories of those incidents made me hesitant. In the end, I went off, feeling as helpless as the butterfly.