A caterpillar walked into a bar one day, said to the tender 'do you know when I get my wings? ' The bar tender replied 'how I should know such things'.
The sky was grey and the pilla was tired, he had tried and tried to find is his wings but somehow he thought they were what the future brings.
He was picked on by a sparrow and had to hide under a wheel barrow, afraid he was of more birds, and he was still very hurt.
Later on he found a tree where is sat and pondered his misery. As the wind began to blow he heard his own voice whisper in his ear 'he was special and he shouldn’t despair'.
He sat on a leaf to contemplate fate when suddenly a beautiful butterfly flew past his face. 'What you doing there young man' she said, he replied 'I am dreaming of a beautiful life'.
She looked at him and said, 'My. I like the colour of your wings'. He sat and wondered how a caterpillar could have wings. He thought to himself 'no wonder, it been so hard to walk, when your wings are tied behind your back'.
He looked in the mirror of her face and realised it was true; He was a butterfly and knew what to do. He smiled and laughed and forgot the past, jumped from the leaf and lived his life well.
Steven Robinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-caterpillar-walked-into-a-bar-one-day/
