By MMD
The caterpillars have all gone to sleep. Come around
noon tomorrow, maybe we’ll see a kaleidoscope. Last time
I remember, it was mostly orange. Black makes
its presence known sometimes. I’d like to
hold one on my finger. I detest the feeling
of their tiny legs, but the colors are
nice. Do you really believe that
they can cause windstorms? Or if you
remove one from time, your Papaw might
never be born? These tiny creatures have
strange powers. Lucky they’re in there,
and we’re out here, huh? I’m not sure
what to do about the ones in my head. I’ve tried
to get them to sleep, but they won’t go back to
being caterpillars. Can’t get them out of there neither
without cutting a few wires. Some say their movements
make no sense. I beg to differ. Years ago I had instruction from
Misters Vance, Adder, and Tera. Nowadays, Mister Well
keeps the creatures company. Oh! Did you see
that one shake there? Might nearly be ready to crack!
I wonder if this one might be blue. A bit of
variety never hurt anyone.
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