Cheryl Swain Burbage

To A Caterpillar

Green as springtime's new grass
And soft as a kitten's fur.
Inching your way purposefully along the ground.
Were you frightened when a giant bent down
And set you to crawling along her finger?
I hope not.
I wouldn't frighten you for the world.
You're so beautiful and so harmless,
You give me nothing but happiness.
To you my finger must seem a mile long,
Bur you quickly overcome any fear I may have caused you
And start moving contentedly on your new way.
I wish I could feel your tickling progress forever,
But I set you gently back on the ground
And you go back just as serenely on your former path.
Happily accepting whatever comes,
You just keep moving forward, because in your fuzzy wisdom
You know that it's the right-the only-thing to do.
I admit I lack your timeless knowledge, but by watching you
Perhaps in time I may learn from you.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2009
Poem Edited: Sunday, August 30, 2009

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