Next to the beautiful butterfly larva
you never stood a chance
you never had a hope of shining
in the spotlight of adolescence,
you must have opted instead
to go in the opposite direction
to make your form
remind the eye of a demon from hell,
oh, ladybug larva.
conjuring images of torture
and damnation with your charred
and mottled looking shell.
You are my favorite though,
of all the larva in the world
I think that you are the best
at reminding us lesser creatures
that we are not always what we seem.
The butterfly steals the spotlight
but you steal my heart,
with your spindly legs
and blacked carapace,
inching slowly toward the day
that you can spread your wings
and fly away on the wind.