When I die, I'll be reborn a butterfly,
and hope no child steps on me, when a caterpillar,
in innocent, sadistic glee;
or pins me to a cardboard box for a school show and tell.
If I make it through that wormy stage,
I'll wrap myself in a silk cocoon,
and pray no one cuts down the tree in which I rest
to build unwanted dwellings.
Once I exit my silken womb, I will
joyfully bask in sunshine gardens,
flying with purpose among the vibrant blooms.
I hope to escape the steaming engines which move
along gray rivers that leave so many butterflies
dead on the pavement waters.
If I make it through my season, finally at my end,
I hope I return as a flower to feel my child's blessing,
As she lights softly on my petals, and faces the perils of man.
Causes Kim Cady Supports
Neighboorhood Cats NY NY
National Association for AntiVivisection
Alley Cat Allies
The National Humane Education Society