Catepillarus

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 28, 2018

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Something rustled under the leaves,

grunting nightly,

sputtering, spinning,

shook down,

in the field of dripping foliage.

 

Out there,

where the rocks piled upon one another,

at the forests edge,

I trudged into the field,

to find this invisible visitation.

Hearing mysterious untraceable foot-steps in the distance,

I paused to consider this investigation,

the fatigue of my own curiosity,

hesitated the address of my discovery.

 

Yet, I pursued,

revenging myself in tremendous disgust,

  with what I might find.

 

And, there it lay,

undisturbed, twitching upon exposure,

a caterpillar with long silken strings,

weaving a cocoon,

with a hook stick needle pointed loom,

turning fabric outward from its womb;

giving birth to itself.

 

I walked away,

pretending I didn't see;

until the next morning when I awoke,

whence upon the opened window,

to let the cool summer air vanquish the staleness of warmth,

I was greeted.

 

A darkly fluttering winged memory came back,   

then spoke to me,

with high pitch soft cupped-hand.

This is what she said...

 

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