The
following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental.
The
overprotected caterpillar saw harsh reality at a tender age.
So he
built a cocoon and never went out.
The
outside world seemed wonderful but it filled him with rage.
All he
could do was scream and shout.
The
thought of never making it on his own filled him with fear
He hated
drugs, alcohol and beer.
Alas!
something unthinkable took place
He had
lovely wings and was free to fly
The
interesting creatures took him in their embrace and soon he was no longer shy.
It all
seemed fine but something felt wrong inside
The
caterpillar was a butterfly now and decided to enjoy the ride
His
intelligence and speed seemed not to matter
It was
only his beautiful wings they were after. His dreams were shattered.
He
decided to be brave and built them a tiny grave
Oh they
shall be buried alive one fine day
Try to
escape but won't find a way.
The
butterfly found peace in a comforting thought
He was a
fighter and he fought.
