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May 2016
Mama, Mama...
Said a baby caterpillar --
Look at that beautiful butterfly over there.
Oh, how I want to be like it,
With its radiant colors,
See how it dances over the flowers.

Baby, Baby...
responded his mom --
We are only in transition here.
Someday we both will flutter too
We all become butterflies someday
Before we die.
Beautiful things, butterfly, caterpillar, transition, flutter, flight, fly.
Martina Ngose
Written by
Martina Ngose  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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