I’m inside this cocoon.
I can feel my wings forming.
It’s dark in here.
Not much food–actually, none.
But not to worry.
I have plenty stored up
from being a gorging
caterpillar (in my last
life).
So my time will come.
Freedom & flight
will replace crawling
and gorging.
I wonder who I’ll
meet who also has
their wings?
Adventures to explore
we’ll do to galore,
no doubt.
I wonder what a flower
tastes like. Leaves are
ok but something
colorful & soft
sounds exciting.