It started out
With the same theme
Like any other day
Old routine
Long time
Stuck in the sack
They’re having fun
I’m out of whack
While cocooned
Had strange dreams
Chewing leaves
Anything green
I was running away
From a bird on my case
Dived into undergrowth
To get it out of my face
Ate my way through
The neighbours hedge
Flower patch
Gouged on veg
Addicted to grass
Tried to ease
Desperate craving
For garden peas
Exhausted then
Fell asleep
Hairy legs
Belly deep
The neighbourhood cried
Here comes trouble
I yawned and stretched
And burst from the bubble
It started out
With the same theme
Like any other day
Old routine
But life became
A permanent high
When I emerged
A butterfly.
Things In My Head 