The Falied Caterpillar

Caterpillar sat eating busily one day wondering,
when he would transform with his friends.
Into a creature they called a butterfly,
and to be trained to avoid the wren.
He couldn‘t wait!
He couldn‘t imagine!
To be described as living cloudily,
To have wings, soft as satin,
To make people stop and think
‘How did he become so graceful?’
When his gut started to speak to him and for a gut, this was quite loudly.
“Go up there! Forget your friends!
Don’t live down here so crowdedly,
climb up to the sky and when you feel the true vibe.
Stop and make your nesting,
and do it now while you’re alive,
or you might not be cresting”
So he climbed, climbed, up and hung himself upside down,
and spun himself a nest of his own,
made of the finest material in town.
when he realized, Oh no!
A ladybug doing flips,
followed by a very wrong indeed,
very loud and quite distinct
RIIIP!
His nest had been torn!
That darn ladybug why?
He fell into a sleep full of worries,
and cries of “Why I?”
His dreams were in shambles,
his tools had been torn!
He felt alone,
quite abandoned,
terrified,
forlorn.
He twisted,
and he turned,
and he thrashed,
bashed
about.
His nest torn wide open,
he gave a sad warped shout.
and he was stuck between phases
unable proceed
or flutter gracefully about.