That a caterpillar made,
Fastened to a leaf
Hanging in the shade.
He barely had room
To wiggle or wag,
Like me zipped up
In my sleeping bag.
That I passed his way,
But he never budged
Until just today.
Something happened!
And then climbed out
And carefullly jiggled
Small wet wings
That grew as they dried.
He'd turned to a butterfly Inside!
Author Unknown
© Photographs by "Lyle"
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