i once met a caterpillar
she was quite pretty

i remember

she would smile
and sing
and love
and cry
and mourn
and fear
and hide

outstanding, i thought
now, even baffled
watching her
cocoon

silk is costly
and she lacked
expenses

but she
continued

and continued
and continued
and continued

until

the
cocoon
stopped

it was rare
but the caterpillar could feel
a metamorphosis
approaching

so she closed all the blinds
tacked curtains’ edges
settled in her corner
swallowed by her covers
relished in the darkness

and got on her laptop