Caterpillar
C rawls like a miniature ocean,
A rriving at an unknown destination,
T enderly feels around a leaf,
E very contact is brief as if entering a naked flame.
R epeatedly moves its short legs,
P urposefully arches then straightens,
I gnorant of the prodding hand,
L eans, and falls to land upon a leaf below.
L azy, yet possessing a delightful beauty,
A drift in a world of dizziness -
R ed stripes like bloodstained gashes on its back
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