Metamorphosis
Ripples after rain
tiny bodies quickly billow like small tidal waves.
A hundred tiny legs
running from shortened time to another place and life.
Scurrying as they can
from rain and wind, drawn by warmth of a dying, setting sun.
Short lived lives
but slow, purposeful, enhanced change.
They go from caterpillars to butterflies
seeking sweet promises of a better, easier way
Filled with the hope of spring days to come
while now they sleep alone and secretive
in metamorphosis.
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