Now the moment has come again
For the caterpillar to arouse
From her cocoon clad
In her concealing camouflage.
And like every other whim
Of magic tricks, she then
Transforms her painted effigy
Into a vulnerable replica
Of a dancing coquette.
No one distinguishes
The beguiling queen of disguise
As the cloak had covered
The hidden transparencies
Inside her.
Now, witness a crow
On the land who come across
Catching the tempting silkworm
On the ground crisscross.