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Mr. Caterpillar inches on
Though he is not long
He inches on
Through the grass
He lets the ants pass
He inches on
Through the flowers
They appear as towers
He inches on
Over the rocks
Avoid the crocs
He inches on
For a leafy snack, he stops
Down with a plop
He inches on
Someone's coming
Now they're running
He inches on
The hand is abrupt
He goes on up
To meet the smile
Of a child
His inching stops
- Me
Sweet, I truly enjoyed this blog post. I do love poetry so much. The thing I especially loved about this poem is the ending... it creeped up on me. I didn't expect it. Thanks for sharing your work. Keep it coming.
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