He laughed at the brightly colored
bird mobile above his head,
crib swaying slightly
each time his chubby legs kicked
inside the pajama bag.
The premature butterfly,
monarch colors still pale
fluttered lightly, insistently,
beginning to outgrow its cocoon.
She was plump with curves,
delicious for his taste
and he wondered if she would be interested
in a bloke like him.
The tabby cat slurped milk
knowing she could use her paws later
to lick off vestigial drops.
The moon lead him down the path
until he reached the dock’s end,
a point of no return in his fogged mind.
The cricket struggled
to rub his wings together one more time,
his sweet song coming to an end
with the killing frost.
Photo Credit: Juan Sole
lillian the home poet 
Morning Lillian,
I take from this gorgeous overlap of visual forms you are asking us to walk through different phases of life with two legs or four or wings…
It is our choice to imagine as we move down each stanza to decide what we’d like to imagine.
Gorgeous “juxtaposition,” my friend.
am:)
and now I drag myself kicking and screaming to the middle school…help…;)
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You got it! 🙂 So glad you like it and could “get into it.”
Middle school…..bless you today. Toughest grades of all….and especially to substitute in! Maybe some deep yoga breaths during your breaks? 🙂
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