THE CATERPILLAR SPEAKS – Postscript

Published December 29, 2019 by Nan Mykel

P.S.  Forgive me–I skipped right through the coccoon stage.  Wonder why?  Wishful thinking, I’d guess.

_____

 

Hi. I’m Joe, an erudite caterpillar

who lives above you on that weeping willow.

You may not know the sky is falling

because I see you’re not bawling.

We caterpillae can see ahead

and oh there is so much to dread…

Shall we two souls just run away

and let the others join the fray?

Leave reality far behind

and link up with the other kind

who stick their head into the sand and

pretend the farce is really grand?

But wait! Hold on! Does this really say

that cowards speak  for the US of A?

Shame used to be a painful feeling

worthy of prayer, seeking healing.

Kindness, truth and compassion?

Weaknesses, now under ration.

Will the worldly rich give a damn

or is honor and heart only sham?

Hard to be true to yourself if you lie;

a lifetime of shame if you don’t try.

Meanwhile erudite Joe on his pillow,

sends hope from up on his willow,

that all our best wishes  come true.

With new wings he flies to the blue.

6 comments on “THE CATERPILLAR SPEAKS – Postscript

    • Oh dear, did I misspell muscadine? They’re a type of yummy thick-skinned grape grown mainly in the South (Georgia and North Carolina, anyway). Scuppernongs are green and muscadines are deep purple/black. Muscadine wine is made from the latter. I eat the whole thing–seeds and all, delicious thick skin and all. A unique treat that I drive south for in early September. Thanks for asking and following!

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