I was sitting in my chair
When a catapiller came along
It had beautiful white hair
But one of its antena was bent wrong
It had a red spot on its head
I had never seen one like this before
Fearing an itch, don't crawl on me I said
And I carried him 20 yards to the road afore
Ten minutes had not passed
and he was back again, by my foot
How had he moved so fast?
I carried him to a mighty oak's root
I watched him climb the tree
Each branch he choose with care
Until he was over head of me
Then he dropped back into my chair
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: July 15th, 2022 07:23
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
Comments3
Thank you for starting my day with such a lovely sentiment. Your love of nature always shines through.
Thank you Bella for your encouragement
Lovely writing 🙂 you make that caterpillar sound so friendly !
Thank you so much for your review and comment. I see all nature as friendly
Very good words soren.
Andy
Thank you for your review and comment
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