For April 5th
The caterpillar’s song doesn’t last for very long,
But it plows along and gobbles anyway.
It munches without ceasing like it knows its time is fleeting—
it lets nothing bar its path along that way.
It doesn’t hedge a bet—goes for all that it can get,
And, living, shrouds in silks and confidence.
It knows there’s more to life than food and growth and strife
And rises up, renews the ancient dance.
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