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Written, August 11, 2025

Poetry/Verse/Black Swallowtail Caterpillars
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Black Swallowtail Caterpillars

Meandering my garden one day I was shocked,
to see caterpillars crawling all over my parsley plants,
and as though that was not enough they found my dill too,
and they were not just crawling ... they were chomping away.

Quickly, six caterpillars were eating my parsley,
and were working on my dill plants right beside it,
as I was trying to look up on the internet what to do,
anyways, what happened next was like a mass murder spree.

Now, I do not believe or tolerate violence,
but nature can be cruel and have no conscious,
because mother bird saw those six fat caterpillars,
'cause they were not hiding and she picked one up to fly away.

Coming back over and over and over, and over,
'til not a single caterpillar remained on parsley or dill,
I was somewhat sad, somewhat relieved, sort of shocked,
problem solved, parsley and dill have revived and doing well.

Anyways, although I know they turn into pretty butterflies,
they were creepy green striped worms crawling on my green leaves.

The end.

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Jan Allison Date: 8/11/2025 4:38:00 PM Isn't mother nature wonderful Constance, I find pesky caterpillars on my cucumber leaves and on the raspberry patch - i deal with them when the birds dont! hugs jan xx Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 8/13/2025 9:36:00 AM Jan, they will become a butterfly but until then, they eat certain plants bare in the garden and the process to become a butter takes time, it does not happen overnight, there are stages, meanwhile what would happen to the garden I planted and cared for with love? Thankfully mother bird did the murders ! hugs, Constance