Caterpillar by Christina Rossetti


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

-Christina Rossetti

1 comment:

Clara Gillow Clark said...

Thanks for the lovely childlike poem by Christina Rossetti. I'm going to go grab her volume from my shelves now.