Cocoon

Robed in silk from infancy
    the larvae resides, its body idles
It lives in darkness and in reverie
    the sweet scents and bright petals
It knows not of villains and crooks
    of minute pollen grains that hooks -
    to its legs as it savours the nectar
The honey trap of a beautiful flower

Some distance away, a predator watches
    atop a tree on the branches
Waiting for the time to swoop on its catches
    between its teeth a moth crunches
Inside a flower, it spots its prey
    clothed in colorful garment, the butterfly lay
    dancing in joy, drenched in honey
Yet shortly after, the food of a chickadee

Beyond the forest, the story repeats
    end of the food chain, lies the elites
    all beneath them shall serve as staples and meats

Awake, unpeel, shed the cast
    out of your cocoon in a gust
Better be wary while it lasts
    before you return to ashes and dust