Caterpillars Poem by james watkin

Caterpillars



I know my neighbours
For their gates, locked.
And my friends, these who've
Intrusive rocked!

Soft crept up, fur-legged
As soft crept down.
Or dangling from off;
Playing the clown!

Or more harmless still
Citizens, plain.
Their morning stretches
Doing again.

Thursday, May 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: friends,gate
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