A gutsy little bagworm moth
Steadily trudges up the wall
Pulling along its jolly weight
A merry ramshackle of a house
With a wide aesthetic range and effect
From a post-apocalyptic dystopian feel
To an eco-friendly shelter
Made of organic matter
Twigs, leaves, and seeds
Lending it strength
And a sliver of shine
Seemingly just bric-a-brac
Yet beneath that strong façade
Lies concealed the silken weave
That safely ensconces the caterpillar
So smart and resourceful
Though it may be a larva still
Vulnerable yet protected
In its self-made rugged shell of a cocoon
Till it matures into a full-fledged moth
With glorious wings to rise and fly
A.R Sara 