Here’s a grazing caterpillar
Adored by ants who lap
Honeydew excreted from her back:
And later when she’s cocooned
Inside their nest, they keep vigil
Until she’s transfigured, silk tomb
Split wide, they’ll guide her outside
To watch, antennae waving as her wings
Catch a breeze and she’s risen again.
Kevin Patrick McCann
From Still Pondering https://www.amazon.co.uk/Still-Pondering-Kevin-Patrick-McCann/dp/1788768671/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Patrick+McCann+Still+Pondering&qid=1573366856&sr=8-1