Apartment 213a

A larvae awaits, nestled in its warm,
and safe little cocoon; burrowed and happy, waiting
for its mother to return home with some food.

On a leaf, on a tree, a caterpillar is
munching away knowing that someday it
will bloom into a beautiful butterfly.

A wasp, flying around, is looking
for some food, sensing something very close
by and knowing this is what it must do.

The caterpillar, pulled from a leaf, feels
a sharp pain, and is quickly unable to move,
shoved into a hole, alive, its met its doom.

The larvae awaits, nestled in its warm
and safe little cocoon, feeling the pulse and the life
of a caterpillar it'll eat in 3 days, and 3 nights.

The wasp, and mother, smells for
water, gathers mud and returns to the cocoon,
sealing the caterpillar's fate inside his now living tomb.

Three brick crevices down, lies a hole
where last year a young wasp emerged
among many others in this story untold.

And somewhere else, a butterfly
emerged from a dream, from a cocoon,
lifted its wings and disappeared into the blue.