The Hand of Fate

I watched a caterpillar As it crawled across the road, And realized fear was not a part Of its genetic code. At least I do not think it is, For really, I can't know. That caterpillar's pace, however, Seemed to be quite slow. The traffic's very light most times Yet still, some cars go by; And if the timing isn't right, That creature's bound to die. It moseyed on its little feet As I walked by in wonder If it would safely get across Or else be ripped asunder. A car sailed past, but I'd moved on; I kind of held my breath, Not knowing if a tire might have Squished my friend to death. I didn't check, for after all I would have been too late. I guess all Nature's creatures Always tempt the hand of fate.