Cocoon in Use
We weave our webs with gleeful pride,
cute little nests for our old age.
When mine was done I climbed inside
and closed the door here in my cage.
Its dark in here and I can sleep.
Never again to see sun's burn?
Little do I know but down deep
I'm feeling I can not return.
I will sleep now hanging up high;
wish I believed reincarnate.
It matters not for I will die.
Be like my mom* who gave her egg?
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© 2010 Jimmiehov
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* Mom was the butterfly who laid the egg from which he hatched as a worm. She always dies before her worm baby hatches.
Here is a cute animated illustration about the life cycle of a butterfly; and
here is a diagram showing that life cycle in a block diagram.
Prompt word, Cocoon, suggested by Tammie Lee at Beauty Flows
Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Cocoon" as prompt
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