I find
The cinnabar
moth
caterpillars
Moving
slowly,
ponderously
Over the ragwort.
A
Symphony
Metamorphosing
Into
Something magical.
Summer evening
beside
neglected
Railway path,
I pause
and appreciate;
I hesitate
and remember.
It is all I want,
All I need.
Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion) 
‘ In the dew of the little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed ‘ Kahlil Gibran
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