fearing the giant caterpillar

The giant caterpillar ate my shed That’s okay, the color was an awful red With a burp and a grin, the caterpillar ate my cat Quin Quin was getting old, I said, calm once again. That giant caterpillar slid under my bed. A place I no longer feel safe laying my head. I am sleeping at the neighbor’s down the road. She is missing her husband, her dog and a horny toad.