Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis
Little birdies two
I will miss you so
but in Heaven you
will fly high and low
Mouse you will run
like a railroad bum
having lots of fun
searching for a crumb
Moth no swatter will kill
giving you a big fright
fluttering around you will
fly quickly towards the light
Cricket play your song
loudly noisily aloud
chirping brightly along
when out in the crowd
Hoot Owl you will fly
With a loud hooting call
Higher to the sky
Swiftly as to not fall
I will miss you unfailingly
Soon replacements appears
Nature returns routinely
Metamorphosis, it cheers
©Julia A Knaake
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