COCOON
This small cocoon, so smooth and still,
I found it only yesterday
upon a branch, atop a hill,
as cold as stone - alone and gray.
But see now what a new day brings!
It rests beside an empty tomb,
with sunlight on its quilted wings
among a field where flowers bloom,
then lifts its eyes
and flies away.
--Eric Ode
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