Not From Grace, But With It

I was on my afternoon walk when something bright on the sidewalk caught my eye.

a flutter of fallen wings

At first I was delighted- a big, beautiful butterfly!  But then I realized the movement came from the wind rather than any animating life force, and after a moment's mourning I was delighted for a different reason: a big, beautiful, dead butterfly!  I knew just the person who could use such a spectacularly lucky find, so I carefully scooped it up in my hand and carried it back to the office, where I proceeded to creep out my boss with it.  Everyone wins!