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TITLE : A MONARCH'S TALE
GENRE : POEM
THEME : LIFE/LOVING YOURSELF
DATE PUBLISHED ON : 01/06/2020
POET : ABIGAEL DAVID
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Green, warm and a little damp; My favorite delicacy is the green leaves of plants. I've been this way ever since I hatched, But all I seem to do is make everyone mad.
People think, I'm just a weird bug. They look at me disgusted, as I eat up their last buds. Seeing how they look at me, I want to give up. But then, I remember my mother's farewell buzz.
My mom and me, we are totally unlike. I'm a green caterpillar, she's a monarch butterfly. But she told me one day, I'd be just like her. If I kept listening to nature's call, for sure.
But now, I felt the need to hide. I didn't know where I could, so I tried. I ended up spinning a warm cozy home. I crawled inside, hoping it wouldn't get torn.
I closed my eyes and held on tight. I fell asleep, my days turned into night. But I was in peace, I had disappeared from sight. No one could despise me for my lack of might.
And as I spent time in my self made tomb, I learned to ignore the vibrations disturbing my home. I learned to be silent when my world was in uproar. And I felt myself changing in ways I hadn't known.
I couldn't make out what was different, but I felt a light. It was shining around me, so warm and bright. I was curious, though the world still gave me a fright But I knew I could trust my mother, a monarch butterfly.
I opened my eyes and made a hole In the prison that had once been my home. The world outside seemed just the same But it was also different in some kind of way.
Would everything be just the same still? Would they still hurl stones at me against my will? Would they still glare at me from the windowsills? I really hoped... I wouldn't get killed.
I was tired, I had to leave no matter what, So I left my pupa and stretched myself out. I blinked once, I blinked twice. The raindrop hanging in front of me was telling lies.
I saw a monarch butterfly looking back at me. It looked just like my mom, this must be a dream. I reached out, but the rain drop broke And fell down with a loud 'splosh'
But then I heard a little girl's voice. She was squealing out so loud in delight. Her words told me, my mom and the raindrop hadn't lied Cos she said, 'Hey mom, look at that monarch butterfly'.
- Abigael David
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