C is for... creation

I am so late with posting this that I don't think I can still claim that it is Friday anywhere in the world! What can I say? The babies wouldn't let me blog :P

Better make this quick as there is a nappy to change and breakfast to provide (lol... Yeti always comments when I combine things like that in a sentence - NO, they are consecutive, not concurrent events, and one will not provide the ingredients for the other lol)

Way back on Monday, Tricia from The Miss Rumphius Effect suggested writing an Oulipo for a poetry stretch. This is a snowball Oulipo, in which every line has one letter more than the one before.

In
the
dark
quiet
leaves,
mystery
cocooned:
chrysalis.
Miraculous.

Wombat and I spied this cocoon outside our toilet window last week. We have been watching it anxiously and yesterday we decided to bring it inside out of the extreme heat, so we could watch it hatch. We researched it on the internet, prepared the old fish tank and then as the last step, we cut the branch.

What disappointment to find it empty and dry with a tiny hole in its side! It had been parasitised by a wasp or something of that nature, long before it came to our attention. (Click for the larger picture and the hole is quite visible.) Oh well. I have promised Wombat that we will look out for one of these...

and try again!

Poetry Friday was hosted this week by Laura Salas.