If I Were a Caterpillar

If I were a caterpillar,
my life lived in inches,
I’d bask in the trees
(but beware of finches).

Each morning from eight
‘til a quarter of nine,
I’d munch on a leaf
(the best way to dine).

Next in the day,
a meandering walk
to and fro along branches
(time to reflect and take stock).

Finally, home,
to a soft bed of moss,
I’d dream of flying
(but not forget to floss).

This routine I’d follow,
day after day,
until the urge to cocoon
started spinning my way...

The End

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