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Caterpillar's Sonata |
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Idontmindyouundermyskin Junior Member
since 2007-01-29
Posts 32 |
Caterpillar’s Sonata Walls so high, Floor so cold. Boxed in Never growing old. These legs I’m given Give nothing to me. I’d do anything To make them wings. My brother can fly, My sister too. But I’m stuck here, Still wearing shoes. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, little caterpillar, you just don't know it - you will soon be flying too! But before you do, just find a small puddle with a little twig next to it at right angles to the edge of the puddle (in as far as a straight line can be at right angles to the perimeter of a circle) and take a peek into the puddle (don't fall in) and have a look at just how beautiful you are - your colours, your elegance, and how gracefully your body moves in a ripple as you walk over the small twig. Look at those tiny little legs and know that huge humans wonder at how you know when to move each leg. Don't rush to be a butterfly yet. Your day will come. Enjoy being a caterpillar while you can. (And be reassured, I am not an Owl that eats my friends.) - Owl |
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