Three Days: A Poem in Three Parts, Part Three
ZOELAB DAY 47
The valley welcomes a new calm.
Outside, the air lets the sun shine through.
The wind is a welcome friend.
But, what happened to all the caterpillars?
The rain has chased them out of their homes.
As it has with the scorpions and snakes and beetles.
I find one, curled up on a leaf.
I find another one, eating our bougainvillea.
Then, I see them:
Tiny, yellow, fluttering.
I try to capture them
with my camera,
The weather thief.
The question remains:
Which butterfly belonged to which caterpillar?