Witchetty grub
I am
I eat
sap
and I eat sap and I eat sap,
a good plan
(the only one I have).
When I gain my wings,
I will lose my mouth.
So it goes.
We all must fly
someday.
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Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write as another living being, such as a woman in feudal China. I skipped that second part and decided to be a grub — and in researching the grub life cycle, I found the witchetty grub in particular.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
I LOVE the voice of the witchetty grub. How completely cool. I especially love “We all must fly someday”. Even at the cost of losing one’s mouth. Just wonderful. I love it.
Thank you, Sherry! They have such a strange life cycle — silk moths are the same way, actually. I’m glad you enjoyed hearing from this witchetty grub. 🙂
The word ‘witchetty’ belongs in a poem, for sure. You did wonders with the grub life.
Love this, the witchery grub speaks. I, too, like the last lines
“So it goes. We all must fly someday.” because they are so true.
Ooh I love the word “witchetty” .. it fits perfectly with the tone and mood of this splendid, splendid poem!💞
Thank you! “Witchetty” was such a lucky find. It came up when I Googled “grub.” 🙂
I love the insouciance of this – it literally zings itself into such miraculous, juicy fresh wonder – “Witchetty” – is so apt – as is this poetic jaunt! And as others have noted:
When I gain my wings,
I will lose my mouth.
absolutely stunning!
Thank you so much!
I adore the poem you have made … yet, being an Aussie, in the back of my mind is the fact that the poor old witchetty grubs are food.
Yes, I read that! I chose to leave it out. 🙂 This witchetty grub doesn’t know that it might get eaten.
Just brilliant.
Thank you, Paul!
Love that witchetty grub!