Flights Of FancyThe rough, short-stalked caterpillar perched on his leaf waiting,
Waiting to transform, grow wings, leave behind his disfigured self
Ahead of him the life he desires to lead
No crying, wishing, longing for something other than himself
Every day as the sun begins to leak below the horizon, sky shades of pink,
He watches the old monarch soar, pirouetting, ballerina of the nighttime sky
But the butterfly remembers.
Hours he spends reminiscing, desiring his youth
For each daylight leaves the wise insectís final breath drawing near
Leaving him yearning to reverse each flap of his elegant ginger wings
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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