Hannah Loughran, Contributor.
There are caterpillars in London’s streets.
They are drawn to the petals of King’s Cross,
the bloom of Bakerloo and Kensington, the nectar of Piccadilly Circus.
By night, or in cold weather one will see
them pupa-bound, taking safety in their
chrysalis of old sleeping bag or wet
cardboard, which used to house soup tins or fruit.
Some emerge in the sun’s first rays, as it’s
new warmth permeates the hibernation
of night. These creatures are not colourful,
like butterflies. Rather, they are grey moths.
You would need a net to round them all up;
they are drifters, though some fade quietly.