Monday, August 2, 2010

ROYAL RIDDLE (Monday Poem)

by Dawn Watkins

What inched along like a furry worm?
What thought of flying but could only squirm?
What made a case as clear as glass,
And hung it on a stalk of grass?
What went to sleep a dull, slow thing,
And woke to find himself a king?*

*a monarch butterfly

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