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.
Copyright Credit: Brod Bagert, “Caterpillars” from Chicken Socks: And Other Contagious Poems. Text copyright © 1993 by Brod Bagert. Published by Wordsong, Boyds Mills Press, Inc. Reprinted by permission.
Source: If Only I Could Fly (Boyds Mills Press, 1984)