Three Days: A Poem in Three Parts, Part Three

ZOELAB DAY 47

The valley welcomes a new calm.

Outside, the air lets the sun shine through.

The wind is a welcome friend.

But, what happened to all the caterpillars?

The rain has chased them out of their homes.

As it has with the scorpions and snakes and beetles.

I find one, curled up on a leaf.

I find another one, eating our bougainvillea.

Then, I see them:

Tiny, yellow, fluttering.

I try to capture them

with my camera,

The weather thief.

The question remains:

Which butterfly belonged to which caterpillar?