Cocooned Magic
It creeps and crawls upon a twig,
for every inch a loathsome
squirm;
disgusting thing, such hideous sight,
that hairy, spiny, wiggly
worm!
But when it spins and weaves its silk
and makes itself a soft
cocoon,
there's something that's just magical
unfolding slow, but surely
soon!
There, wriggling out of silken shell,
such miracle none can
deny:
the ugly worm now turns into
a lovely monarch
butterfly!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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