She assumed this would be her cocoon.
That from this cave, a beautiful butterfly would bloom.
So she never minded the lack of room.
But May turned to June and still she remained in utter gloom.
Summer’s Sun to Winter’s Moon, and…
She watched the darkness continue.
Can’t say she’s not pleased that her wings need more time… the small black walls with their enclosed design comfort her mind and well….
She’s much too tired to learn fly.