Caterpillar of Yellow Caterpillar of yellow, a debonair fellow crawls as inchworm up thistle and vine Prefers yellow hue, and if I was you I’d tell him he’s decked out quite fine Stylin’ I’d say, you’d best back away and let him get on with his task Interrupt nature; don't try to assuage here he’ll tell you his plan if you ask Munching on flower, alone by the hour blend in like a camouflaged bird Once eaten his fill, he’ll be stayin' until - on his way with nary a word What’s that you claim, you know his true name? Acronicta Americana in books Such a fuzzy guy, soon after he’ll fly once in branches his cocoon is hooked Then after a time, while attached to the vine miraculous change to occur Emerge as from cloth, a young dagger moth spreading his wings, flies away in a blur Julie A. Dickson Previously published in the Poet’s Touchstone
Nice Julie! lovely sounding piece I was playing with the last stanza to balance the meter a little. Also off plays nicely with moth instead of away in the final stanza. Then after a time, while attached to the vine miraculous changes occur Emerge as from cloth, a young dagger moth spreads his wings, and flies off in a blur Mike
