In front of the Weesuck
Long in the tooth clinic
There's this hearty patch
Of milkweed thriving
In a sunny spot from which
My wife brought home a sprig
The other day so pretty
On our windowsill and
There to our surprise
We noticed three small caterpillars
Affixed to the velvety
Underside of the leaf
And the next thing I know
She spoke to our neighborhood
Shaman who advised us to put
It in a large mason jar
Cover it with gauze
Affixed with a rubber band
And wait for a week or two
To behold the holy liquefaction
And paroxysm of green delight
From which a Monarch is born
You don't really know
Why the basil failed to thrive
This year while the milk weed
Has thus transformed
But at least we have all winter
To try and figure it out
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