We Da Bug?

After we went out on Friday night
wolfed down a couple burgers
and an overabundance of Cuervo

I sat on Saturday’s morning porch
(more than just a little hungover;
certainly not hungry for breakfast)

I watched two bright blue gladiators
—a jay and an indigo bunting—
play Tug-O’-War over a caterpillar.

And when I was a kid, I saw a crow
on the treehouse window frame
gobbling down a Monarch butterfly:

two quick chomps was all it took;
the bug was gone but the wings,
apparently indigestible, remained.

I know there’s a lesson here somewhere
but I’m damned if I can figure it out.
Caterpillars become butterflies but, ummm…

Poets And Storytellers United
Weekly Scribble #73
~ Butterflies and Moths ~

poets and storytell

8 thoughts on “We Da Bug?

  1. I don’t humans are fair judges of others creatures eating habits as we are the most irrational and greedy happy to eat everything regardless of our need.

  2. Maybe there isn’t a lesson, or it was just another one of life’s lessons, something we have to accept and let go. I like the way you went from a hungover morning to the butterfly wings uneaten. I would imagine watching a caterpillar tug-of-war wouldn’t have helped your stomach!

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