In the crevasses of the maple tree
There many caterpillars beginning to cocoon
This takes me back to my childhood collecting them
As my cousins and I would peel them off the wall
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Affection, Nature! ! Memories. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Humans are a constant threat to the environment...but we can be its saviors...Great poem
a nostalgic feeling pervades all through underpinned with a message as well
Many of the butterfly species are among the vanishing tribes. In the cities, we hardly find any. That is why I always hasten to my village farm house as often as possible. Lovely writing, sharing your anxiety, LeeAnn. Top score