by agape
Prized caterpillar who won our racing contests
Getting up from the porch glider I mis-stepped
You cried and I felt so very bad
At least we rescued some of 'em
Dad and brothers chopped down frothy nests
They burned them in the backyard pile
Said they were pests, but we looked away
No matter in captivity they died in days
We saved them in jars for a little bit
Tried to feed them leaves and drops of water
Some lasted longer, all succumbed
I remember Skippy getting run over by a tire
Of the bus that dropped us off after school
Tail-wagging collie who followed us all over
And now he rests in fields of clover
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Copyright © 2007 - agape
Published: 11/1/07 · Author's Page · Next Poem