Who knew it was so damned hard to write a sonnet?
Caterpillar Children
Beyond the tent the dark is quickening
My caterpillar children weave cocoons
The candlelight makes shadows flickering
And shadows dance across the canvas room
Kangaroos make percussion with their feet
The eucalypts whisper their windy song
My father’s ukulele strums the beat
And laughing kookaburras sing along
Grandad’s voice and mine together in song
The sounds of home surround them in their nests
And dreams come to their minds before too long
The caterpillars need this time to rest
For with the sun the butterflies take wing
My children daily metamorphosing