Posted by Michael Cannon on May 19, 2009 in Writing | 0 comments
A caterpillar moved along the stem wearily,
with much effort it nibbled upon the lowest leaf.
It could could barely look ahead.
Elsewhere, a butterfly settled upon a flower above.
While cleaning its legs, it looked up.
The sky was blue and clear.
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