Larva

I'm the poison caterpillar. You'd be wise
To let me pass. I'd rather not bring harm
To you, but, if you're drawn to my bright
Colors, spines, and cuddly way of moving,
I will bristle. You'll be hurt, and I'll continue
Undulating, one of those poor organisms
Who can't have companions, and are doomed
To wall themselves away. I will will myself
To be another, someone unfamiliar, who will
Rise and fly, no longer poison, but also
No longer of substantial interest to you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-11-16 at 01:50

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