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Post by mysticbluebell on Jun 12, 2016 21:02:45 GMT
There are so many of them and their life is to result in a new wonder: The Caterpillar |
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jun 30, 2016 17:27:02 GMT
A Caterpillar
Slowly crawling up a stem
On his way to find the hem
Of a fresh green juicy leaf
Where is ending all his grief
While eating he looked up to sky
Well knowing what for and why
From Blackbirds and Great Tit
He has to beware and to be hid
After weeks emptying the tree
He knew his future and his plea
Once grown fat he stopped and said:
“I’ll start to spin my cocoon bed”
Once a furry, itchy worm
Mastered danger, heat and storm
Soon he’ll fly the world to see
A Butterfly he then will be!
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Post by norma on Jul 27, 2016 17:09:28 GMT
Oh my! Mystic, this little poem set my heart a-flutter! Well done.
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