He looks a little anxious, as if he's just realized how far he's climbed...
Caterpillar cub
creeping up a tree
how will you get down?
Thought it would be fun
stealing from the bees
furry bear-cub clown
but now you're very, very
far above the ground.
Caterpillar cub
how will you get down?
--for Cafe Writing
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Caterpillar Cub
Labels:
free rhyme,
image,
poetry
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1 comment:
The baby cub does look quite anxious, doesn't he? I remember that feeling when I thought I couldn't get down from some place I'd climbed up to. Your poem is a nice tribute to the little guy. Have a nice day.
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