-- Soliloquy of a Caterpillar --
John Herlihy
I have a beauty in my own right,
An inner beauty hidden from sight.
Still, with multiple legs, I plod along,
The day as tedious as my body long.
No one takes notice of my funny tail,
As I wonder meadows of hill and dale.
Children in their excitement pass me by,
They have no interest in this little guy.
Long as it takes, I get where I want to go,
I have a duty to perform that only I know.
A subtle change within that is a mystery,
Transformation of soul a thing of beauty.
I lay down to sleep, wishing to be a fly,
To awaken into the glory of a butterfly.
-- Soliloquy of a Butterfly --
John Herlihy
I have a beauty in me not my own right,
This outer beauty created in another’s sight.
Mirrored wings gently flutter to lift me aloft,
Their beauty incomparable, tender and soft.
I ride on the roving wind as light as a feather,
My beauty enhanced in any kind of weather.
Excited children chase me their hearts aflutter,
Seasoned adults stand in wonder and only mutter.
In absolute freedom, I fly wherever I want to go,
I enjoy a lightness of being that only I can know.
My life as a caterpillar remains a thing of mystery,
How can a plodding worm turn into a thing of beauty.
I must have fallen asleep one night wishing to be a fly,
Only to awaken in the morning as a glorious butterfly.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Saturday 31 July 2021
You have once again done a mirror that reflects beautifully the difference.
Yesterday I saw a giant swallowtail in our zinnias. I was captivated by its size and beauty. Two days ago my partner was able to capture a black swallowtail feeding on the nectar. All that is submit the swarm of monarch imitators that I have learned have that kind of pattern and coloring to avoid being attacked by birds, thinking they are monarchs with all that milkweed poisoning.
It is ironic that our farmers want to have pristine fence rows and are poisoning milkweed at a rapid rate so that we will suffer the loss of monarchs in the near future if we don't all plant milkweed in our backyards in defiance to profit, the chemical industry and progress gone astray.
Ron