S: The Caterpillar & The Butterfly Roberta Dunn
FC: The Caterpillar | & | The Butterfly | Roberta Dunn
1: It is the question that follows us all, all our life. What happens.... next? No one knows. But we all wonder......
3: For Mike | The Caterpillar & The Butterfly
5: The caterpillar inches by scrunching through the dirt. Every time a bird flies by he goes on red alert.
7: But, for now, he is content to make his way real slow from wherever he might be to wherever he might go.
9: "My, the light looks pretty on that leaf" perhaps he thinks. Stopping at a drop of dew perhaps he takes a drink.
10: He doesn't see the butterflies flitting in the trees. He is on the ground, for now, and dirt is all he sees. That's okay. He likes the dirt and all the things that go with inching forward, every day, moving real slow.
11: Like the morning sunshine glinting off the bark of the big, old Maple tree he visits in the park.
12: By the time he reaches where the butterflies have been they'll be gone and far away dancing on the wind. With wings as bright as fairy capes lifting them along... looking, oh so delicate but oh so very strong. As the caterpillar plods from one place to another wonder if he knows, somehow, one becomes the other!
14: That he will spin his own cocoon and sleep within its walls... 'neath the summer's broad, full moon right through until the Fall. Wonder if he's nervous when the silky strands entwine his furry, little inch-worm self and hold him to the vine?
15: Wonder if the day goes dark? Or if there's light within? Does he sit in Limbo? Or think of where he's been?
17: And if a caterpillar can see way up the tree does he know, deep down inside, one day that's where he'll be? Soaring as a butterfly when he has re-emerged might he then remember when it was just an urge?
18: To fly unfettered overhead freely on the wind... Does the butterfly recall those slow days, way back when?
19: He was just a caterpillar with only dreams of flight to comfort and compel him alone into the night?