Tattered

Tattered was the first word that came into my head when I saw the butterfly on my window. I was pleased that the word had a Middle English derivation (tatered), as I was at the time reading Chaucer in Middle English. 

How the creature got here upstairs I know not, but Gordon came to the rescue and got it outside. However, I don't think it is long for this world - all tattered and torn as it is. 

This is the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn