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Caterpillar on the March

Caterpillar on a round table is there no end.
I have watched you for hours explore the edge.
Don't you get tired of searching for the end?
Your getting bolder as you venture over the ledge.

Fuzzy body, hair like horns on each end.
Big nose, do you have any eyes?
Body ripples as you inch along and bend.
Maybe if you wait, you will change and fly.

You raise your front half as if to look around.
But then you go back to your endless journey.
I will give you another hour to escape your bounds.
Then I must leave the cabin and take the table in.

Mowed the grass, weeded too, river is calm,
as the sun's last rays highlight the trees.
Short rest on the porch before the trip home.
Fans for a breeze, rocker beneath, no flies or bees.

Caterpillar did you turned around?
Curling up into a ball, tired, your moving so slow.
You lost your rhythm as you inched along.
It's time, suns gone, into the yard you go!

--Hubert Crowell

Photo by: Hubert Crowell Photo by: Hubert Crowell

2010 Hubert C. Crowell