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.