Caterpillars
Eating their innards,
A gruesomely fine buffet.
Full of goop
A sour soup,
Tasting like curds & whey.
Slurping it up,
Without a cup,
Churning their insides out.
With wings & things,
“Ba-da-Boom, ba-da-Bing,”
That’s what it’s all about.
Caterpillars,
Digesting fresh innards,
Eager to change their tune.
What they’ll be,
I’ll wait & see,
Hoping to find out, soon.
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