Source: Roger James Hamilton
A short story: The Coronachrysalis
A caterpillar caught the flu,
He passed it on and then there were two,
From two to four and many more,
Some died while others continued to crawl,
King caterpillar ordered them all inside,
And billions of caterpillars began to hide,
A month went by and then another,
Each bug six feet away from each other,
Then in their homes, what would you know,
Wings and antennae began to grow,
Or at least for those with nothing to fear,
While others got fat on Netflix and beer,
When it was over many had died,
And others decided to stay inside,
When it was over many got mad,
While others were extremely sad,
But for those who grew,
There was a secret they knew,
It was never about the flu.
And they flew.
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