Back in 1983, on a night walk, I looked down. And there before me was a cocoon, with the caterpillar still weaving it in the moonlight, on the sidewalk where I stood. I stopped, looked, and smiled. This was the first time I had ever seen a caterpillar before it turned into a butterfly. I was in the presence, and I was awed by that moment.

Weaving

The caterpillar
Weaving threads of a cocoon
In moonlit hours!

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Original text ©2025 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved. Image by Megan McCarty67 via Wikimedia Commons.