Four Legs

Early last week the sun was shining and the air was warm.  Walking down the hill from work on my way to the subway train I rescued a pretty little butterfly from the road.

 "Spring!"  I thought.  It was an odd little butterfly.  I noticed it had a good grip on my finger.  Then I noticed it was gripping with only four legs.  I looked and sure enough that was all it had.  Not even stubs or scars where the other two legs should have been.  Odd.  A mutant butterfly.  

Maybe it's from all of the acid snow and pollution? It didn't form properly in its cocoon over the winter.

I walked a ways down with it clinging to my finger then put it into a small patch of plants off the road.