Metamorphisis

Like a bat sleeping the cocoon gently hangs upon the massive red oak’s arm. Gently- And ever so lightly— it does shake… Tiny, little, streaming cracks dance along the little egg sack. A wing of silent, starry blue protrudes then another- And now a leg- And several more! Beautifully blue the butterfly glistens. Her wings flutter freely Singing a note of life newly grown And yet a tinge of melancholy it seems she does echoe of a life long ago. To the skies she soars In search of something more A butterfly is born…