The Caterpillar Poem by Tony Adah

The Caterpillar



This is butterfly in transition
And my less privileged
Folks will protest-
'No amount of the magic
Of that your school will
Make us believe you'!

But I wonder why
It took so long
To become a butterfly
And prove me right
Or why it remained
In my little garden
Perhaps the fragrance
Of my roses
Or the beauty
Of my carnations, tulips, daisy
And chrysanthemuns.

One thing I love
It to be here is to prove
My new college knowledge
And I like its green wriggling
Body slithering on
Or under leaves
This is what it loves
To do and strip
My garden bare of leaves
And mess it up
With pellets of green dungs.

But how will my doubters
Know when it is
Gone as butterfly?
I could show them
Its fragile slough
Lying a waterproof stuff
Or show them a butterfly
Somewhere in the garden.

But they will doubt me
And tell me that it died
And some ants ate
Off the flesh leaving
My fancy tale slough.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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