The cocooning

She strived to be noticed
At the cocooning,
Twice returning to the tent tarp fold.
The third day within the fold
Began her transformation,
Barely covered in silken thread.

Human hands
Interupted her process of
self- entrapment.
Not careless were the hands
Of which;
Stumbling three times
Apon this tiny soul,
Pierced sharply
By cocoona’s met;
Felt remorse for having disturbed
Her fragile net weave,
By pulling the threads from the tarp accidentally.

The necessary repairs,
Were already steadfast,
Observing eyes concerned say,
Cocoona has the fix to sew.

She wiggled in her leaf of tarp
Placed in a treefold
For winter come.


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