The caterpillar is a common pest—
He chews his way through countless leaves.
Voraciously he does his best
To join the ranks of famous thieves.
It's hard to picture where he puts it all;
He doesn't ever grow in size.
His shape is horizontal more than tall;
His stomach's bigger than his eyes.
But all those calories will help him grow
Inside his lovely silk cocoon.
The process is a mystery très slow;
Some things are better late than soon.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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