Confession of a Sinner

I guillotined a butterfly with my car grill.
I found it was headless when I inspected it close.
Though lacking head, it was still quite beautiful.
(I don't think there are many things you can say that about.)
I would never have noticed
if I hadn't stopped for coffee
enroute to the parents
while it was growing dusk.

And although there was something sad/smutty about the whole thing, I'm glad that I saw/did it.