Poem Caterpillar

July 02, 2015

Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
or what not,
Which may be chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you,
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.

– Jeel R. Kasundra
Std. :- 8th

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