They call me ‘Mary’
Caterpillar :Wonderland Poetry Prompt Challenge Day 8
They call me
‘Mary’…
‘Hairy Mary’…
for very
obvious reasons.
True, I’m no beauty
But, you won’t forget me!
Along quiet bush tracks
you stroll as
we crawl bumper to bumper
head to tail,
Real traffic jam style.
A procession of
ebony bodies
sporting tufty white hairs.
Still think
Who cares?
One brief brush with our snowy coats
will liven your footwork.
That’s our quirk
to make you itch and scratch like a monkey.
Leave us alone and you’ll soon see
We’re not out to hurt you
We’re just on our way to a better day
With wings to fly
Off, up into the sky.
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Written for the caterpillar prompt and inspired by Hairy Mary Caterpillars!
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Comments (3)
Hairy Mary's quite the character! Delightful poem, Angie!
Hahahahahaha traffic jam style, I especially loved that!
I'd be careful where I was treading for sure.