17 April 2011


In the sunlit glade of a shaded forest
a special type of birth is happening.

For days, she ate and ate, storing up energy.
Then she wrapped herself in her brown blanket
and set all energies to her metamorphosis.

A week later, she emerges, and the struggle begins.
Pumping fluid through her veins, stretching new limbs
from folded masses into beautiful, graceful wings.

Thanks to Writing Forward for interesting and useful prompts.