Caterpillars fat from gullywasher rain
munch on meals of tasty purslane
By dodgy steps I carefully tread
lest their roly bods be gooey dread
Hiding away with means to weave
in silken cocoon they take their leave
Emerge freshly formed clad in lemony glory
to tell their transformational story
On drunken flight of bob & sway
butterflies bid me giggle a merry fey