Yellow and brown leaf that moves
Across nature’s universe unnoticed
Eating the small curds left behind
By more predatorial natures.
A moth who lives wings spread
In the night looking like an owl’s face,
So no one will come near to prey.
Snakes shed their skin, but so do
Caterpillars over and over again
Till they weave their own cocoon
And dangle in midair by one long
Silken thread trusted to infinity
Diffuse liquid gel inside reforming
Amongst a scatter of cells.
You cannot move the butterfly
Out from its self-induced room,
Even the wind rocking it or the
Sun shining upon it gently
will not bring it out before time.
Sometimes its soulmate pierces
the shell and impregnates it so
at that very moment when the
winged beauty pushes out from
from its labors it is pregnant.
All this occurs in nature, occurs
Out in the wild, and so am I.