Caterpillar
Caterpillar
suspended
beneath the leafy greenness,
in his upside-down point of view
sheltered from the world's meanness.
He isn't really bothered
by any passers by,
neither is he in a hurry
to transform and die
—to his present form.
He's just dangling beneath the sunlight
in his upside-down trance
without a care to move an inch
and leave his leafy stance.
Perhaps the follicles of the leaf
will stroke his delicate nose
urging him to take a peak
at what else, here, grows.
For now he seems quite happy
just being, and this his gift.
He may tell us
"I just like it here
it's perfect
as it is.
I might stretch a leg or two,
just to move a little,
but the home I've found
nestled here
fits me right
down the middle.
So I'll stay here
and rest a while
beneath this leafy
heaven
until one day
I might fly away,
but that story
has yet
to be given."
Poetry by Morning Star
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Written on 2013-09-04 at 21:31
Tags Nature  Inspirational  Spiritual 
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