Caterpillars can't fly,
But butterflies can.
But what Am I?
A creepy crawler,
Or an insect with wings?
I can't decide because
I fly, but my body is still
An insecticide of the lowest
Kind.
So what Am I?
What is He?
I tell you what he is...
He's flight with piercing orbs
That eyes me like dinner
He wants me...Oh how he wants me...
But I'm hiding in my omnivore mind
Because I can't figure out if I'm
A caterpillar or a butterfly?
An ugly furry thing that slithers and worms,
Or a lovely small angel of the insect world?
I think I'm a caterpillar, I don't see any beauty in me at all,
But what does he think...this bird of flight
He eyes another butterfly and swoops to bite.
I want to be bitten until my angel wings fall
So maybe I'll make a nest, a cocoon so small,
For he want know what hit him
Until my angel wings flutter
Like eyelashes on a pretty face.
I just want to be beautiful
So he'll take a taste
Unless he's thinking that my ugliness
Is only hiding my gooey sweet insect self
Inside.
But what am I?
A caterpillar or a butterfly?