Cocoon Magic
A butterfly sonnet
When first you see the caterpillar go.
Thinking them a plain and slowpoke creature.
Know soon that they will put on quite the show.
The kind that could be called the "main feature."
How plain is it to sleep in beds of silk?
To overlook him, you would be remiss.
For he has inspired many songs of filk,
when witnessing his metamorphosis.
We wonder at this plain worm's destiny
as cocoon rumbles, shaking up some things.
We realize that something's breaking free.
The caterpillar's "plain" replaced with wings.
The magic of the moment is our prize.
Majestically, he spreads his wings and flies.
The End
About the Creator
Sandra Matos
I write so that people will remember me. I make art for the same reason. I had a mother that I never knew. Who she was, how she smelled, or what she valued. I don't want anyone to wonder who I was.
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Comments (5)
Fabulous sonnet. A real tribute to the butterfly.
Wonderful, and I love the word "slowpoke" 😀
Outstanding work, Sandra
Wow. This is fantastic! 🔥
Wow. What a beautiful poem. ❤️ Very well.written!