Caterpillar

Sometimes I feel like a caterpillar waiting to turn into a beautiful butterfly and fly away into a crisp blue sky.   
          From Lia

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Caterpillar

          Brown and furry
          Caterpillar in a hurry,
          Take your walk
          To the shady leaf, or stalk,
          Or what not,
          Which may be the chosen spot.
          No toad spy you,
          Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
          Spin and die,
          To live again a butterfly.

Christina Rossetti
Sing-Song, 1872