Metamorphosis
I am lying on the damp path
A stranger stops and leans over me
“Are you ok mate?” he asks
“I’m fine thank you”
“I’m down here having a chat with Mr. Caterpillar”
“Oh!” gives me a quizzical look and moves on
Then Mr. Caterpillar said
“Thanks for joining me here at dirt level”
I reply.
“The moist grass feels silky against my cheek
and I think we humans forget to honour the earth,
and don’t appreciate the planet we have under our feet”
“You are right about that
even in my life as a caterpillar
before I transfer into a butterfly
I see the tainted sky turning darker
the valley river is murkier
and I feel the ground under my feet
is anxiously trembling even more”
“I wonder what the world will look like
when I’m a butterfly in the sky
I have only three weeks of adventure before I die
however, during my short lifespan
you humans
will persist with willful destruction
and shamefully increase the number of orphans
under your feet”
Well done, Ivor!
Thank you Dwight for visiting my poem here at CHW
Great perspective, Ivor! Yes, I think humanity deserved that rebuke from the caterpillar! <3
Thank you Cheryl .. Mr Caterpillar had plenty to say . So much wisdom in his short stay
A wonderful poem, Ivor, sending a very important message.
Thank you Eugenia … the wise Mr Caterpillar was nature’s messenger