Icy Caterpillar

Caterpillar creeps through the hoary morning,

Late for hanging and transforming.

Summer’s dress lies stale and crumbling.

Caterpillar creeps, tummy grumbling.

 

Caterpillar rises, green he spies—

A spruce tree towering in the sky.

Caterpillar creeps on icicle feet.

Spying a branch where he can sleep.

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