By: Amoureax Amant
Caterpillar was as small as dust air,
and as slow as slow snail on willow hair,
as though it was green leaf in willow tree,
as though it was bloom spray in waving sea.
Caterpillar peeped butterfly each dawn,
but buried pear blossom of love on lawn,
not because it was just caterpillar,
but because butterfly deserved better.
Caterpillar creeped under willow shade,
and creeped toward distant green willow blade,
where caterpillar turned pale stone cocoon,
and turned pale butterfly under pearl moon.
Two butterflies fluttered pale wings in air,
and with bug's music danced through willow hair.