Ballad of the Caterpillar
Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 8:33 am
The caterpillar lived in the cherry tree.
There, alone she lived, just she.
She had no friends, no family.
The others called her many a name,
Hairy worm, fat worm, bringer of shame,
Forever alone, scarred by flame.
Caterpillar was lonely, fraught with fear,
Never to find someone to hold dear,
To bring her joy, to hold her near.
She climbed up to the highest leaf,
And flung herself off to find relief,
Praying to God the fall would be brief.
The fox was passing down below,
Her eyes were lidded, her pace was slow,
Yet knew she whither place she'd go.
Caterpillar came down upon fox's back,
Fox yelped out, her eyelids drew back
Her world was yet dark but she sensed no attack.
Across fox's shoulder came caterpillar to rest,
Are you my cloak, the fox asked in jest,
Fearfully, quietly, Caterpillar said, Yes.
'Tis well then, said Fox, My shoulders were cold.
I travel to find the end of this road,
But blind as I am, I find myself slowed.
Would you, if you would, travel with me,
Mused Fox, And so be my eyes to see,
What there is to find away from your tree?
Once more caterpillar meekly replied,
I'd rather I had a safe place to hide,
From those who slander and those who've lied.
Fox merely chuckled, Hide under my fur,
And that is how lonely Caterpillar
Did find a friend to comfort her.
-End of part the first.
There, alone she lived, just she.
She had no friends, no family.
The others called her many a name,
Hairy worm, fat worm, bringer of shame,
Forever alone, scarred by flame.
Caterpillar was lonely, fraught with fear,
Never to find someone to hold dear,
To bring her joy, to hold her near.
She climbed up to the highest leaf,
And flung herself off to find relief,
Praying to God the fall would be brief.
The fox was passing down below,
Her eyes were lidded, her pace was slow,
Yet knew she whither place she'd go.
Caterpillar came down upon fox's back,
Fox yelped out, her eyelids drew back
Her world was yet dark but she sensed no attack.
Across fox's shoulder came caterpillar to rest,
Are you my cloak, the fox asked in jest,
Fearfully, quietly, Caterpillar said, Yes.
'Tis well then, said Fox, My shoulders were cold.
I travel to find the end of this road,
But blind as I am, I find myself slowed.
Would you, if you would, travel with me,
Mused Fox, And so be my eyes to see,
What there is to find away from your tree?
Once more caterpillar meekly replied,
I'd rather I had a safe place to hide,
From those who slander and those who've lied.
Fox merely chuckled, Hide under my fur,
And that is how lonely Caterpillar
Did find a friend to comfort her.
-End of part the first.