Wings of Hate
Little caterpillar how can you be
so much more than I can see?
Elegant wings you will sprout.
Flying in the air with no doubt.
Soon you will be blossomly free,
but there is one thing you took from me.
Last year when it started to snow
my mommy was about to go.
Daddy and I started to cry
as we all said goodbye.
She said she could see something bright.
Some object she called the light.
So Mr. Caterpillar as you can see
butterflies took my mommy from me.
So on that very date
butterflies I began to hate.
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