Friday, April 1, 2011

A poety extra-extra-extravaganza

Oh King of Caterpillars
might I have a word?
How do you wiggle your way
through every night and day?
Do you ever hang around upside down?
Or climb to the tallest branch,
to the tip top leaf?
When you are tired,
do you sleep on a mossy bed
with a leaf curling over your head?

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