The Monarch caterpillar hung itself from my trashcan, the week I forgot to take the almost full container out to the street to be emptied. So, I was sad to miss its exit Wed., but glad to find the chrysalis empty when I got home, so I could put the very full can out Thursday.
Once again the cycle complete.
Once more, beauty emerges from darkness reborn.
Hope springs unseen and unheard,
yet the empty shell of the chrysalis
stands witness, alone.