The Inky Blue

I’m the pearlesque egg under humble leaves where Momma left me

I’m the multi-legged train munching on leaves all day – that’s all I do, botanists hate me

I’m fuzzy though, could tickle your belly if you let me

They said it’s gonna hurt before it gets better

They said I’m gonna follow Momma’s footsteps and eventually fly far, far away

I won’t deny that it sounds scary

Because the undergrowth is a safe space

Who would want to wrap themselves in a cocoon where you won’t know the night from day?

And your silent screams be drowned out by all in nature that screech louder

But time doesn’t wait for a mere caterpillar

Growth happens through gritted teeth and layers of shed skin

Watch me soar!

But watch me flounder first

I’ll flutter my wings, smile bright as the sun

I’m a flaunt of rainbows, I’m nature’s little kite soaring high and high

My favourite place remains your flower field, botanist, thank you for the sweet feast

As I live my days, as I follow Momma’s footsteps and lay my own eggs, I’m happy to be a part of it all

Happy to leave my own specks of colours to the world

Happy to have been seen and remembered 

Happy to have flown and soared and loved