METAMORPHOSIS
Sonnet # 9
Butterflies, moths fly many miles drop their eggs.
Hundreds of them are deposited lush green.
Silently, egg dreams about future legs.
Eggs change into a larva, which is keen.
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The Larva is called a caterpillar.
While caterpillars eat the livelong day,
It doesn't stray, it's not a planet killer.
Eating, eating, there isn't fun time or play.
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Switching into the pupa might take weeks.
No longer eating for weeks, months, or more.
The cocoon holds the moth's pupa, it peaks.
Big rapid changes happen to grow galore.
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Comes full-cycle, the insect will be defined.
Metamorphosis back to its parent's kind.
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Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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