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I see the hungry caterpillar
I see the hungry caterpillar
scrounging its way across the day. It has prickles on its back yellow-ringed eyes and a red face. I know the blue-shaded segments of its green body the slow march of invisible feet.
Not a bird watcher, I can’t tell you
which bird would eat this caterpillar but I wish one would snatch it up in its beak, throw it high like a lasso and gulp it down.
That hungry caterpillar
filled with plums and sandwiches and cakes rasps closer still looking famished.
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