Waiting for the Chill
A breath to the West,
A sigh higher to the sky...
Im still that little one pondering if I can take off, maybe from this inching along, into a run then I fly, if possible?
Eyeing this weird looking caterpillar, bright red, covered in a million black needles, no haystack hiding it. Guess its awaiting the chill to settle before spreading wide and taking flight...Cant help but stare,
captivated by this little thing. A peculiar beautiful, even before
blooming the wings.
If pretty little caterpillars can do it,
why O why cant I?