Hitching a Ride
A tiny caterpillar clung
To the mirror on our car,
Perhaps to hitch a ride, not knowing
We were going far.
I didn’t notice he was there
‘Til we were on the road
And wondered if he’d make it
All the way to our abode.
I thought he’d hate the city,
Though, of course, there is some grass.
My worrying was wasted
For it never came to pass.
A half an hour later,
All the wind became too much.
Despite a valiant effort,
All his little feet lost touch.
I watched him blow away
Into a highway of cement,
His final day on earth, at least
That much was evident.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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