Once there was a little worm
who felt so very small;
“No one can even see me,
I’m just no one at all!”
He crawled upon a milkweed plant,
along the leaves of green.
He took a bite that tasted fine
his appetite was keen!
All day he munched among the leaves
then curled up for some sleep
And when he woke he found he’d grown
two hairs and an extra peep!
He stretched and yawned and shook his legs,
all eighty-eight of them.
And went right back to munching
with a caterpillar grin.
He munched and munched for several days
and then just had to rest.
He looked back down his wormy self
and said, “Why I’ll be blessed!
Just look how much I’ve grown today;
I’m quite a handsome worm!
Now everyone who looks at me
will see how well I’ve turned!’
But chewing and munching took their toll.
The little worm grew worn,
but he had to keep himself awake
to finish one last chore.
He wasn’t sure just why he spun
a coat of heavy threads
or why he felt like hanging
from his tail and not his head.
Oh, he was so sleepy!
He needed so much rest!
He closed his eyes and knew no more
’til many days had passed.
The noonday sun began to shine
upon a day in June.
And slowly changes crept upon
that little worm’s cocoon.
The threads began to tear apart;
his home was breaking up!
And something new was added, too.
A heavy, soggy bump!
The summer sun would not give up;
And it dried the little worm until
he landed on a leaf.
Suddenly the little worm
was lifted by the wind,
and wings of golden beauty
spread on either side of him.
Another Monarch Butterfly
was flung into the air,
and joined his brothers in their flight
with laughter and with flair!
c. 2011 Donna Swanson