Caterpillars
By Brod Bagert
They came like dewdrops overnight
Eating every plant in sight,
Those nasty worms with legs that crawl
So creepy up the garden wall,
Green prickly fuzz to hurt and sting
Each unsuspecting living thing.
How I hate them! Oh, you know
I’d love to squish them with my toe.
But then I see past their disguise,
Someday they’ll all be butterflies.
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Okay I know this caterpillar will turn into a moth. A Polyphemus moth to be exact but shhh she thinks she’s a butterfly.
The Real Janna Hill 
Oh,this is such a lovely poem Janna!And guess what last night I was unable to sleep and was thinking of a theme to enter yeahwrite (maybe )-gardens and these wriggly things came to my mind too-only in here they are not so good looking,lol!
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Thanks, I was happy to find Caterpillars to coincide with my photos. I empathize with your sleeplessness. Was Winter’s Child the result?
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Ha!ha!No,will write to you in detail later -something else.
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ok. 🙂
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