First days are lost in a chaotic rush to feed, feed and feed some more. The time of darkness will soon be here and readiness is essential. Yet simply finding a meal is a mission fraught with danger. The risk of being someone else’s dinner is ever present. But still they keep going, keep eating and getting bigger so that their bodies are ready.
Their fattening bodies ripple over green, leaving destruction in their wake. They keep moving onward until it is time. Time to be still and the shell of darkness surrounds them. Throughout the winter they are shrouded, nothing moves.
Sunshine days of the summer and the lush vegetation spreads out into ripeness. And so they emerge to begin a journey, the journey of life.
wrapped in silk
shrouds of passing time that hide
a butterfly’s wings
©JG Farmer 2015