The Metamorphic Dance
(of Death)
From caterpillar to chrysalis
In just a few weeks;
Then to the full blown butterfly,
They live whole Infinity in sly.
With flowers, they are too intimate,
In love raw, primate;
Such a paradox is their Fate,
They die of their nectar sweet, sweet, sweet!
Ah, what kind of symbiosis
Poison sucks in their proboscis!
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