Time to Hatch

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.

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