Waiting

He crawled into the picture.

Big. Brawny. A baritone of a caterpillar.

Shiny head devoid of hair, legs all working in tandem.

Munching on maple leaves and drinking dandelion wine.

My heart lurched when he rose up to sing.

Intoxicating creature with a beautiful note

Spinning ephemeral strands around himself.

I waited seven long years for him to emerge

From that cocoon of dreams.

Eager to see what he had become.

He emerged

A big brawny baritone of a caterpillar

Spinning ephemeral dreams.